[He smiles, a very whitey smile even if mong, and about ten percent raggety head...]
" you have no idea how lucky you are.... really..."
" i do.... yes ..."
" no you simply cannot know only three years back in these lands how truly lucky you are.....
" she can sit there smirkin at me pondering when she can insert her fave word, retard, or mention her 'crip spots' .... or shout at me.... ' no you reeetarrrrd you havent REDDDDD Leeermentovvv.. you can't speak his language so you didnt even read some thinned out cats piss soup of him....you havent had a cauldron of him shoved down your gullet from childhood, in so many native words even i still dont know all the flavours and what they mean....
" ....you simply have no idea how lucky you are......
" I took CONTROL of her.....no union moanin' no gulag tribunals as to whether or not the Kommandant made some fair decision as to a year in the hole, or was naughtily coercin' .... I am herr educator.....
" there is no one like herr.....and if you're to stay here, never mind this county that kindof started it, this country....no one else who could conceivably take on the regional camp kapos who will shout at you and dob then you in, for not having exactly the right constituency of shit in your slop bucket....
" so have you been on the walk yet i bet you haven't well if you gonna keep up the smokin' the science says that loads of sunshine and 50km a week amortise it all, as if you never have,....it's pretty clear that in fact the vod gets you far more likely in the end, to hasten it.... . "
" no not yet thats why he's here....we're off up there tomorrow....."
" good i dont need to issue any warnin's about meaning what you say as you're sayin' it in front of your waking companion, thus proving you're not a Brit as there's no way any of em can retain their kids as actual companiontoo....
" you say you're twenty two......
" you too..... so start this evening and watch the Lindsay Anderson...'twas shot in fact in one of them absurdist Ivory Towers....
"and if you look carefully its in fact rather good on bein' feminist...
she gets not only proper billing on his pillion,
even if round ear most of em were born as goddess on high, without ever earnin' it...
by taking pride of place in the front row a bit of artistic gunnin'
em down, who especially are in charge round here....
NO interest to me, ever, theyre so dull they wouldnt even know
so did you start on my list yet....?"
" yes ive bored myself takin up your ....su...gestions.. sirrrr...."
"and did you watch IT yet.... the starting gun.
even if in fey boy Italian...."
" yeeehhhhhhsssss....."
"son..... there's your lesson one
" no Enlish un would ever ever ever do what she's TOLD.....
"its statistically impossible.....
"born 'n bred indefatigable.....
" not as she said to me Raputin's 'positive revolution'...
not even feminine mystery
in fact just some weird kind of tragedy....
" and...??? ...yes you....and....??!"
" yes......[said with a thing that wouldn't be understood in this vile religios nutjob a language, of Trevelyan's five hundred dumbed down years of 'baptism of fire' and even landlady .... said with a look of pure dark energy,that knows it is the only one energy that keeps the universe from exploding into some insignificant little one next door, and hiding forever there in entropy - not one stray photon escapes from her whole darkness, the most perfect;y conceived dance step in all of history, that gives nothing more away than one word, affirming.... just yes] "
" god i'm so glad.... look at herr.... who now knows that teacher is right, and unlike any others you can ever meet, just does what she's told.... i hope for your sake you can find some local and bring her to tea...
to meet your impossible, mummy....
.....
" so.... when you MAKE him watch it, too..... first things first .... and i hate all nightlife or ravey dance musac but of course there's the young lass at her canvas thats a groovy take on how none of them can ever let go here...
" but it's the balcony scene ... it doesn't matter that its a bloke slaughterin the rather stuck up woman.... its the after dinner speech... ' all ...not one but ALL of us are so rediculous decadent..
parasitical..... in a way with no precedent..... that film that scene could NEVER be made by any English film director... that's what happened duck, we almost invented that kind of superb modern enlightened..... stuff....
And then the endin.. the meanin' of life all a blahh blahh blahh..... well yes and ok maybe it is but i know what cheif dark energy
tells me
if there is any future, for your lad's lot
just blahh blahh blahh.. every day try to jot
something...... son, she is the only hope
and i hope maybe ina few years....
shetoo will try and be someone who merely contributes
with her words, into the great big daily infotainment fondue
as that's the only hope ...for you
she is the bigjob, gun at the start,
but if she's takin' you into the hills tomor on my three hour mapped out assault course
..well obviously she's the finishing line too:
she knows how really to love you "
Righty ho why is he here? ohh yes....
"and especially this kind of county.....all they do is write endless folk songs about some or other place in 'nature' or some or other mythological place....
" but i tell you.... just go up and get lost - i am fussy about wildernesses but i do like it up in this one...
.... sadly youve missed the perfect summer .... you dont need to take the official routes or even my starter map.... next time just landlope up one or other smaller lanes.... its great lots of places nobody every walks along and motors rare as an authentic folksong....
or singer of it....shame that, its how i first educated myself.... but i can tell you don't need anyone from outside..
she knows what to do..... and i can tell, you don't want to, from your parents, hide"
