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of fact, need to be prefixed or postfixed by the statement: this seems to apply to at least 99% of specimens riffed with at some length and fully observed for body language facts of life...
Anyway that's their problem i have none.
Other than all this 'self care' and 'abundance of plenishments' speak, one realises is so one dimensional, in fact it IS ...uggh i forget the book and Oggle has been utterly ruined by thinking it's got a mind when all it does is replicate the truly awful one dimensional inhuman thoughts of the aforementioned Scott class...
so i can't find the great novel about them...you...all your society being one dimensional, flat....
Anyway all i care is about (as i say "only thing i care about is being Miss Quoted..") is one's image the correct one...
And not having one other than as persister ..persisting (even 'survivor' we noted has been co-opted by the mining class - mining absolutely every smallest little pinprick of hurt into a living, so we better not use that word for a life one would wish not one second different even if i trump almost all Utter fuckups of a slow motion car crash into the ultimate tragic brick wall)
All that matters is habits....
sleeping with now pretty old phone off, and in ones top shirt pocket so it stays warm and the battery lasts longer..
In fact if one sleeps with ones disastrously awful one year old free crap laptop the battery lasts 15% longer - i have done the science, rather than the 'math' the illiterate peoples speak of.
Anyway the worst thing of all is when the true enemy of all mankind Mister Gibran.... is discovered to have actually said something rather wise...
which is metaphor allegory or whatever the right 3d word is for you can become the devil incarnate the way the colourful hat brigade adopted his " give them [your children] your love but not your thoughts.." at least 20 years ago, which actually means I give them MY thoughts, about bullshit Steiner style reincarnation or ' we are as a whole class abused and the far far fairer sex' but dont you darer think you should spread your vile thoughts upon your child ..
anyway where is it..?
now i am so 'digitally minimalist' as of 25 years ago i told my part time humble staff " we have so many enquiries for our extremely moral caring rare book searching service... we will have to tell them ' we cant keep up but we find that those who come into the little shop in person, or phone up and speak with us ... or write real letters with pen and ink.... are not only ALWAYS a delight to deal with, on the extremely rare occasion something is lost in the post on its way in to us when we explain our procedures to them person to person they are always undertsanding and nice.... never mind they actually spend more money with us ... whereas you whom email are so often unable to read the extremely simple ts and cs which state 'we may very rarely have to reorder a lost book from australia or wherever so please bear with us if so.... and PHONE us for a catch up any time....' and never mind they always get rude and arsey via their emails so we leave their orders to last mainly as they spend less cash with us ... and arent anything like as loyal as our many many times returning customers ..."
which was perfectly echoed as a pretty much unpaid family legal Big Brother of tough love " just follow these tried and tested legal precedents and theres your best chance and whatever you do rule number one is do not deal with the ex, or the social servs or the Natzi schoolteacher who has made false allegations as theyre jealous of your boyfriend.... by DIGITAL..it doesnt work.....even if at odds with someone or some system only human nuance via voice to voice actually may... "
anyway ive been a '
digital minimalist' for twenty plus years... a blogsite is merely my diaries written in such a way others may find some comedy or pain or even good advice...
(ohh yes you need it sat here at townspot banana day ... my my she really has ...is ..ill.... there is 'hoarding disease' so many have, and there is endless performative shopping disease ... how sad but real and quite inhuman)
anyway Kahil his good bit i stumbled across yestereve....
and sadly stumbled upon a last time ever with the girls of Meghan's Unspeakeasy....
My one great hope Sarah Pak the full or halfie i forget, ...ruined...moaning about her pregnancy too...
righty ho....so never mind saving the environment (the younger ones i often speak with don't anymore prepare to beat you up for saying as i always do.." the amount of molecules/atoms that a normal household nowadays will have coming over its threshold even if by Amazon or at the endless trips to the carwash ...and especially the seemingly compulsory repaint of your whole house every two years is molecules and chemicals too....and as for new carpets they are so full of radical fizzy atoms as are the kitchens they are poisoning you AND the air around you for around a decade.... and it all together and the fact you cant get up in the morning without dosing yourself with one of 100 bathroom products... all in i would guess about 5x mpore than around 40 years ago.... and thats why your environment is fucked as many are xenobiotics even if they 'break down' into something less immediately toxic the nett effect is loads more unnatural stuff in air water earth...sea.... "
but of course even i thought i was going nuts first seeing one of these a week ago but nope there it was.... of course made out of plastic that wont especially deteriorate on frosty mornings ...
now of course everyone cannot live in little twisty suntraps but this time of year i love due to the ingenuity required just to survive and a range of tips upcoming...
even if nobody listens to some crusty old bloke who had a summer infact MORE thrillingly hot-in-the-kitchen and Lemon Songy than even 76
but as i say to everyone "only women have the voice...public arena.." and i can't get an assistant which would make it so much more clicky and get out to far more ...
as it really IS how to not have to WORRY...no stress ever...no worries... no Black Swans to jump over and discover actually that life and death horrid new development that was guaranteed to make me feel awful.... or scared.. prejudge..... is always just a faery tale, and wrong
and then at LAST my photos, soon, which are nice artful and even cheeky-poignant ... but take so so much more battery charge and time with hands not in gloves .... so it takes time and thats the greatest gift and i spend a large amount of my non medative-walking time pondering how i do get to the sequence ...even if you're all jst an absurdist art installation who dont even know someone has to somehow pay for even bad art or worse philosophy..
talking of which there is a great big 2 hr thing from 10 days ago if you feel your post Christmas blues may be self-inflictably terminal i have it in the can all the reasoning why you should, or how to cope if your kids....do
next..ish
must remember your new philosopher-king... he is more amoral than Nitzche etc...Other figures like Georges Bataille and D.A.F. Sade are also linked to amoral ideas
all of them put together....and was my neighbour in the hills some years and i did his land....
.... yes he really is being positioned as the next advisor-in-chief to whichever naked new Emperor gets in,,i would be VERY very afraid
So, why is your culture so one dimensional and soulless? Blame Scott. And why we need real women to k*ck them in the load of bollocks. Plus, Rosie; scowling... and guest.
got distracted by special guest ... was about to say
Adam Curtis is often said by the 'elite' of alternative politics meaning those who pretend they have read some half decent books, and went to a Clash gig once, as they stole the ticket off their poor little sister who had been saving for three years her paper round cash and she then became a glue sniffer and died she was so sad at her loss, but they called it some sad genetic 'syndrome' they were lucky not to have inherited also ... to be some wise god of something im not quite sure...
But in fact Adam is a classic Scott from the above audio - nerdy robot, never cried doesnt know what 'heart' means... .... one can see this in his work which can be useful as he was so Scotty he got all the gigs - production cash to make his limited material; Especially that below said to be the 'smart person's bible on the dystopia and hypercapitalist "overwhelm" - to now quote every private school ed girly on the BBC and USA PBS for some months... they're all overwhelmed endlessly Curtiss basically a hooker who wants to spin you up even further into Curtiss love and addiction as nobody else will ...would...
And the thing about this problematic Bible is in fact he never says " ehh normal peeps in the 80s even 90s knew you dont HAVE to buy into their hamster wheel.... you did have a choice..and plenty DID chose to chose to just say no.... "
But thats a side issue.... it is the way the Scotts really did corner a whole range of cultural markets...and why
of course Cummings (so much more at the centre of things than you will assume) is another Scott... and he knows that the other side of the revolution the Scotts will have maybe even more power...
And as nobody has ever told you about the Scotts you need to know who they are, still....
anywqay far more important things even if linked to the above audio
THE greatest ever culture Serbians couldnt manage such beautiful true moral matrices nor uncynical reasons to defend themselves against them Croats who started it... nor come up with such a graceful pacifist way of dealing with them...
Anyway much more important even if i know who I AM.... someone today told me the future and how you also get rid of your horrid Nigels forever...
"they our daughters are the most numerous peoples now in the world... THE MONGS!!!"
maybe i needed to wait even if life so much fun i hadnt yet had time to go back and look at drafts half rit and others underway from last summer....
so you have (WITH VPN Winscribe is great ive had to use it 2 years just to educate one..) THE 'problem' https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m002nv6z Mother Theresa Blanchett - merely archetype for bimbos who just say the first virtue signalling bullshit that comes into their awful stupid heads who ends her piece with " ohh my ohh my world hero Mister Thornton and his didgeridoos.." or whatever it was....
when in fact if you truly value truth....and equalicism..... his almost greatest ever movie, with ...[ being i had fiddling on my mind a few weeks ago] ... some of the greatest fiddle of all time... by his own daughter! ...... she doesnt even get a mention in the credits....
sorry you gotta ponder real truth before opening your stupid bimbo [a non sexist term being it was invented for The Ruperts of QE1's court...] gob that has nothing USEFUL to say just like the psuedeia.com ....ssss....
the correct form being " ehhh ...WArwick came to famme via ON:LY one piece of great culture that everyone should be made to watch...but perraps he may have mentioned the fabulous music that MADE it... rit by his own daughter that seems to have slightly distanced herself from him too.... "
the rest below unfinished from 27 nov - riffing then upon a theme and Mister Moonie gets a look in but its not finished yet
why does it keep telling me who subscribes i subscribe to NOBODY ever
And the poor former sovs dont know what child abuse is..i know as so many library mornings i have had to listen to this top of their English voices in a LIBRARY
Warwick’s daughter Rona played the violin on one of the tracks and his son Dylan helped with other bits. Warwick’s other daughter, Luka May, is credited with “background noise”.
is the only reference i can find to this extraordinary genius young woman !!! she deserves to be up there with Scarlet and Ivry but her wonky Ausie (theyre ALL sexist pigs so cut them off) dad irrespective of skintone doesnt even arrange a youtube video of her magnificent fiddle
and your Cate or is it Kate cant even use her overpaid bad acting skills to even act a tad of constructive critique.... about what matters FAR more than sucking up to effnics who in fact as MAlcom knew were all fucked by bad tv 40 years ago....
and until women have full 100% equal recognition of ENJOYABLE genius like Wendy Perriam etc... Rachel Kushner ....Cuskytoo... everything else is running on half power..(..as we NEED women to stop this nonsense and be an equal part from their 'grassroots' even if badly hairdyed to their hair roots..... or you get NIGEL as president, forever or his essence... as self pity is HIS abundant plenishment... your'n... ).... as they have brainwashed themselves you get paid more (BBC daily stipends) playing some lesser role.... endless moaning for self pity which THe Kush knew never ever do we even learn from...
and anyway is 99% of the time entirely fabricated (redemptive boast to quote the greatest of em all) ...you go and spend 2 1/2 years landlopeing the peoples of the SW all from the SE and even the yummy supercooks are ripping off the DWP for full benefits when getting paid an adequate annual freelance wage... and she is the one goodie
Many of the rest will have stolen so much more to buy their little fancy fantasy escape retreat.... as was the case in the Wye and environs so obviously 20 years ago.... my only interest...
Now the only story here is true zen and ALWAYS cheeriness, and no drugs involved nor anything else other than pure as the whitestuff, walking and persisting...
Now somebody saw me in action Friday - give me a real man and his fabulous cheeky rude ninety year old tough-nut wife... we sat there and flew.... all through literature that really matters... for example the Lermentov " i simply cannot ever understand how such a young man wrote in his Hero.... just how wryly tricky life is and don't let the bugger get you down... eventually you'll have to learn merely to p[ersist is all there is....and persisting through three thousand awful self obsessive pages of the KAnussgard... dont bother you learn nothing there... persist such as Primo did to then write his truly magnificent The Wrench, Other Peeps Trades, The Periodical Table ...all magnificent reflectipons of the wonkiness that must be smilingly tolerated but Britolin won't tell you about his magnificent latter books as all Britolin can do is dodgy melodrama... Wutherin'... Darcy elitism etc...
someone saw give me my people, even if he needed some education and he lovingly accepted at 82 STILL more to learn and indeed fix in his dodgy Scotts background....
and he needs a teacher
even if leftovers2022.blogspot.com is so so incomplete as my life is nothing; but so much fun endlessly... (that semi colon for his missus who barked at me about a comma in our banter what a heroine! it is perfect nothing being quite separate but also the same as everything and too much....)
BUt real 'art' ... she will think i didn't notice - a real walker who does spend at least 25% of ones waking hours landlopeing meandering and enough harder slogging up their underwhelming hills, does notice bodily form... gait...from at least 100m...
The one artist around these parts, well second in truth but i think we'll pretend the first doesnt exist, as thats what she wants.... so give her, it....who one innocently and politely states " you have the sublime in your pencils.... and did move me"
And that is some kind of affront! violation of their fragile little hairdo... such tjhat she turns away quite deliberately on a walk ... just cos you arte in the same large open space as her...infact really, it....
As the sort of damaged one age sixty seven two grown men as kids, a year ago said " my my the childless women around here really are nothing but maniacal wrerckingball.."
And i wouldnt dare even think that!
sat in the Centre of them....
But my ohh my she at least did have second sight and she knew i chronicle every single word
Righty ho all happy clappy stuff here... even if the real purpose must be to persuade the one and only lovely one with lovely nature i saw in nature...
leave.
Even Dominic got excited about his 'focus group' findings - the majority want to!
And what absurd little boy Gove couldnt manage to queyt " ehhh Dom if yopu are running focus groups that means you intend to seek power again in the future surely and also someone will have paid you to do just those focus groups as theres a cost involved...
especially as every fake woman in Britolin has lined up to hire the halls for years to pimp this vile stuff
even worse than your BREXIT
so the cost of hall rental is through the roof.... unless they tell you the true version (my insider knowledge allows) theyre all going bust too as people arent entirely mental....
and anyway as a dull but pretty accurate focus group with paid-for-booze found some decades ago....
NOBODY in the YUK cares about the COMMON GOOD at all, which means the soundbowls must WORK or you are acting against the spiritual abundance of REAL 'truth' - as there is objective truth, so fuck off and I'm reporting you to trading standards....
not that i ever report anyone for anything its all just wonderful materielle...
anyway the queue for hiring the halls in places NEAR the immigrant L'Oreal share owners and Totness totty (i am officially advised by a TRUTHFUL source is just now fake yuppie yummies..i knew years ago) is so long that someone must have been subbing Dom....
so it is definately time to take your kids to safety if you REALLY love them.... and i have ten years of chronicling so many reasons even Cat the Its VAn life worst offender of all - who drove my partial companera thistersummer sick ...may recognise in her own image...
and run away from..."
blahh blahh now all i know is that for four or five months being in such 100% top form feeling younger than ever despite NO heating ever.... no real solidarity, no humanity .... no reliability even in the prominent Christians who make two verbal contracts that the JOB continues at two days a week ....nothing. There is NOTHING in Britain, nothing nihil....I have known several decades but at last it may be time if one feels this great to indeed think ive got a few more decades left in ,me ...but as theres no liofe ever here..
it better indeed had be over there...
as the EU will not get all Trumpety for real.... thats a 100% fact of an average of larger scale democracy... the loony fringes in time get put back in their place...on the fringe
Anyway my stories even if ALWAYS i try to make them joint stories in that i am so invitational its daft and know what the HONOUR of the vanner or traveller is 100% respect someone elses boundaries especially if they are female and especially if solo vanning or walking...
well nobody told them what 'honour' means - always... sotheres no point staying anywhere in this fantasy Isle as they all went ....werll its the same ole and its NOT "ohh its social media" ... ferkin ell Houellebecq wrote Atomised way before Nokia was even a wet dream for some rare inhuman lost Scandanavian...
Its all nothing new..
indeed was spied there in Kettering even by not very good chronicler Curtis....
reminded me.... the immigrant into their fragile little 'paradise' simply hates a REAL conversation such as " ehh...not very good for the birds that they leave bright lights on all night.."
and if they see you again my my the ruffle their feathers...
nothing to do with me as i can tell the VERY few whom truly have zen and good humour....
but this could in fact should cause you to pack... as i have been telling all seemingly oldschoolish thoughful parents i have met for 5 years walking-talking
and seems i was right afterall.....not that anyone lsitened even during ten wonderful years honing my rhetoric..on them
(though safer to talk to onesself my my the looks you get round here just for having a nice chat when walking.... though if they know just howe REALLY useful i could become if Dom is right, maybe ...silly me certainly they'll start to smile with just a tad of meaning: "please come and live in MY porch!"...i do not jest as very large towns of very pissed off and hungry tramps are just down the road...and they know EXACTLY where the excess food miles are just up here)
for the wonderful Malcom
X, as i don't know his surname but i should a true rare oldschool and we're going to need them - even Dom says so! so i hope i do know his surname in time... a VERY young 80 year old.
(And chief pondlife Dom, though FAR more powerful than anyone makes out, still, and in the future, he says that us pondcasters around the 'edge' are your ONLY hope...and fair dinkum he even teases himself for his little BREXIT fuckup so perhaps he is human after all)
free substack audio
Dominic Cummings' "revolution" may not be quite as nice as he thinks
infected nutjob and I GET IT... the SW is full of roaming ex junkie blokes who havent really become ex anything as theyre still stuck in their Tottenham bedroom in their head as all the 'work' in the world be it Posher Priory
or some dodgy so called communitarian like Giles Fraser 'gave' himself to....
failed. And theyre bloody dangerous i can read body language...
Why any sane person tried to emmo great the fuck elsewhere a long time ago (and now DOM agrees wow talk about me getting smug...later all links and all evidence)
Anyway perrraps the only man to have ever saved one of them, from her Central London Arrogantress ...self ...
even if she didnt live to her fullest
Brigittian rightful older ranty age
so he only had done half
the job.....
It wont kill me even if every morn i may not wake up at minus five and thats the truly interesting time when you find out the English smiles are irrelevant as they dont even want to think of anyone needing a cuppasoup in the real cold ...so dont
As an actual parent of a younger version....and ok i can occasionally tolerate one ...well one especially!
I know how Serge's unfinished half a job can be done propper... and why
And whommmmmmm ....
afternote
You just know one honest look from her Nouveau Arrondissment next to him....
at 4.15 her look not fake " well he had the most famous sex moggy
[on Brigitte: .....catching the attention of many French intellectuals and earning her the nickname "sex kitten".[5] She was the subject of philosopher Simone de Beauvoir's 1959 essay The Lolita Syndrome, which described her as a "locomotive of women's history" and built upon existentialist themes to declare her the most liberated woman of France. ]
in all the world.... and here's me i haven't even had me teeth done.... why? why.... dcoes he accept me as his equal collaborator here nowtoo...?"
which is all very well but the land can only remain ecologically tended by two.... over time ....so thats all very well, but balance is required, or phases of liberation. did heroic Simone get there? well i already have..... with Suzi (pretend environmentalist thinks she's gonna die before age 70 cos her stupid starsign says so) in the dialogues diabolique...recorded over five years, but they really are purest Jane meets Serge and is ...saved, from her Surreyself..... so put that in your Gitanes and smoke it....soon...
the ONLY 'problem' aggh yuckword their 'currency' word, i have rather ... well we can't say 'issue' as at least one supermodel, 2020, that fabulous summer, as i sidled up to her and her boy in the Horrorford cafe not knowing i could be someone who ever spoke to supermodels, until her four year old said so innocently " mummy....what are the issues every one has...?"
And i looked at him,
he at her,
me daring to look at her, thinking i mayn't get stabbed by a vintage Biba stiletto for deigning to
then her me...
and we burst into tears..
of laughter
And 'twas nothing about the fabulous hysteria of 2020 that had one hoped slowed it all down...
purely that he was a second sight wise one with his nuance and tone...
And we became friends.
Indeed conformed a few months later when i spied her again on a monthly checkup on their madness (the health food operation of course she was the real tough brazil nut) and the two of us in the middle of their Horrid square animatedly greeted each other like we were friends from kindergarten - and the only grown ups there...
So thirty minutes....
has that above worked?
One forgets even if my memory is as I said to the beauty the real one on our lasterwalk ....
" bleedin English wimmin hate me cos i get up always by 0600 and have the sharpest razorlike memory ever.....so they fear i will recall when they're caught ewith their knicks down too...."
no it doesnt work i have to press publish then look and discover that yet another badly parented little spastic of the interweb cant even let me upload bits of samsung film any more....so i gotta go to the tube back soon
Anyway ..... Like ALL the rest i'm an illusionist ....
Ever since oops its gone and infected this bit with its copied and pasted font Nestbeschmutzerin
Twenty years ago the fabulous one.... truly astoundingly un"centred" ...
Upon getting to 'know' her in the back of the then-van, discovering without giggling too much how her 'class' gathered at The Patrick Holford Institute of Optimum Nutrition, to drink their own piss and brag about it too.....
The illusion painted for artistic perps is pissin' on anyone as indeed once the midterms were reached five years ago.....
All i cared about was infact over a couple of years four fortysomething under my wing .... all of whom i liked very much, well provisionally.... and certainly platonically
As they rightly looked to wiser slightly older meat to give them a good pounding for their sakes as they knew they needed.
Turned out may has well have been kneading their fancy sourdough without ANYthing innit to make it keep raising....
so to reupload an irrelevance other than the ONLY disability i have is always i awake at 0530 six latest and immediately have loads of new poetical platitudes and all sorts of lovely useful things to play with verbally or writerly and winter is infact best as I'm a conceited sunshine addict so summer all i can think of from 0700 is where is the best tanning spot...
But then when its below 5 degrees the brain does slow just a little - never at first, even in minus ten overnight one awakes with a warmed up brain and it lasts for at least an hour... but bleedin prob is the fingers dont stay warm being so insignificantly just for being stuck up ..or sticking up...
So, a warm up (MUST be combined with an aspect shifting for duelpurpose)
lasts only thrity minutes which is truly a frustration as talk about so many fabulous things to share..
Best winterfest for many a year
And Boxing Day the last day (well she said it the day or so after " it was historical" but not for the reason she thinks...indeed she is far more part of it that she will ever guess.... as i said to the wonderful bookshopbird yesters ' we should go on a roadtrip her and i as she alone isnt coy and knows what she needs..' and said fabbird immediately agreed most inimatedly )
Anyway if i die of merely being so content and centred in The Uttermostest snotty place if you're under sistyish....
(one exception only !)
There is so much work to do but what we do not see is so often the most interesting thing such as yestermorn an unscheduled look inside one of their 'hubs'... i was going to say 'once only' but i had forgot what The Christian had effected.... one day she will be memorialised even if she has a fabulous European dog...
Now... as one says so often but a quarter of a decade among the Southerners with only two exceptions one realises they never actually listen to anything especially when they quote Master Tolle or all that utterly failed nonsense ....
I have a fine matrix to demonstrate soon exactly that, and all i care about is how they.... seeped in to far far more landly real 'land' - i.e. 10 to 15 per sq km on average (much of The Marches) rather than 150ish over the SW...
where REAL 'community' was infact necessary to make the smaller smallholdings viable.... " oi cunt even if i saw you grabbin my wife's bum in the pub lastnight you made a deal you'd be over to help me clear the fallen tree and you better keep to it or else...and as for the wifes bum she was just playin' with you, it's all mine she keeps to her word, too..."
Anyway so The South EAST dribbles its DE Botty bullshit all over the land Westward about " community" and we are sweet meditative Buddhists when theyve just spent the last 20 or 30 years actively denying the smelly weirdo on the tube next to them on the commute is actually the same species as them.... and as soon as they can afford it usually by foul means.... Dot rolls up in HAy knowing full well that despite all her plensished friends being so abundantly tie dye yoghurt munchin.... its full of 500 thousand c2s and above a year
and she needs some of that action..... so as to set up her yoga 'space' in less regulated Portugaltoo.... alongside Earthalove's, luv
no point calling her a con artist cultist as her thicker Birmingham skin was sold for handbags decades ago.... and grows back instantly
I tried to warn them!
Anyway staying on the point,
yes so they swarmed like worker ants on psychedelic drugs and the land became destabilised....
infact they ate it, too....
But that is the true glorious Bible on it all to come
BUt just going back to several 'moments' of late - at The Source.... no interest to me other than a most truly enjoyed three months, and not for nasty seditious pissin reasons.... its almost like her Xmas eve a real innocent finest Eve..well... she made it all worthwhile as i know she aint fake...i can tell.
So yes the thing is... go to one of their 'hubs' - which unfortunately are mainly sugar dispensaries and thats THE one biggie - extremely limited sugar and hardly any booze... is happiness.
Here's the thing, so it all started with Benham types by Hay (movie, one day) an even slippier version of Charles Eisenstein...
And every other word - theyre STILL at it.. is 'community'
And it all began with The original genuine article The FAbians but that was long before Chalie was lusting after a bigger shepherds hut than the one next door on inherited L'Oreal shares...
so yes he then they steal the word 'community' - roughly about 18 years and 6 weeks ago and ...sadly even conning her into the big con....
So all these types - theyve been to some Buddhist meditation retreats and would go to the latest 'feminine' retreat in a sweaty lodge in the hills if they could afford the premium they manage these days...
all endlessly Big Sitering all around their South Eastern suburban words they learned so as to maybe escape said suburbs " community"...and all the abundance of others holding spaces etc etc etc when in fact at the community 'hub' i saw 6 weeks ago only old women moaning about things wrong with them, in poems no ;less....... no men
But here's the REAL thing..... all these 'community' hubs and 'spaces' all run by thoroughly modern enlightened modern women.... who will pretend to have had a Big Sister at Greenham Common if they can get away with it...
Its truly astonishing how all their lovely so so modern and tie dyed and wholfood blokes...
arent there to do the KITCHEN WORK with themtoo in their so so ,lovely 'communities'... their community kitchens EVERYwhere are only still the territories of the babes...
i call that fuckin stone age bullshit and a failure of the whole last once fabulous fifty years...
Anyway..... i am the opposite of a pissier.... as not only have i had four fabulouses even if all of them have spun out into sadly pisstaking space...
BUt its the oldies.... yesters the maginificent 82 year old Scotsman and his even older bird....
I discovered the only actually free and truly sexy ones are far far ....
well it's obvious, the 'equation' but it can be factored with a minus fifteen prefix, theres no physical reality whynot
sixty five plus, many, most infact.... well apart from the fact that they would love their bum to be groped in a pub or even on a hillwalk ....
They stop trying
to be what was an illusion, anyway....
And are almost always such a true pleasure to have a wander with....
And be given a reprieve having been told one "should be shot..."
And so quickly " im walking with my 'friend'..." sadly not truly earned as a label yet but.... if i say i will i mean it....
And she's the very best fun one of them all
Now that's all very South easterner me me me my plenitude of abundance ....
But actual landspeople who knew twenty years ago what was happening to the actual land ...
only care about solutions.
And the only one i know for sure may just be hopeful is if the preciousses - about 5 or 6 perhaps.... the older ones who are NOT 'precious', could somehow be lined up and be their real self to the only cohort that matters - the 40-60 year olds who i know full well are in SUCH a mess inside well at least 99.9% if not .999% ...
And ypou can fuck off and die with all your "you can't say that " about how PAstyshire is the sickest shithole of (way above national rate of doing the self...in) really unhappy sybarites ive ever known and i mean the 20 year icomer class....
A fine honest true woman of the book said to me yesterday " yes we realised in pour last of twenty years there it really was poisonous.... " and he's a FARMER ... a proper born 'n bred in LornaDooneshire.... one and thats the greatest cultural heritage you can ever ever have kindof anywhere in the world except the best book of the last 30 years about real community when it goes a bit wonky
(she wrote as allegorical cautionary TALE !! it can happen heretoo infact its not far away according to even Cummins ....i bet theres as good a version of reality, n Serbian but sadly i have no guide...)
..... so he knows the reality of overpriced poison filled PAsties he's had to munch twenty years ....
i resaw on Christmas day....
but it's got to be the 1976... before the Muppets came and poisoned everything via their vile YAnk-collaboration on ITV....
anyway ehhh..... to be cont
and see the next few reflective posts about just how ONLY enjoyable the oldies are.... two more new oldie friends yesterwalk ...one a very rich old well educated thing just hates all the youngers and she wanted a second helping of me and our wonderful riverwalk " they just can't BE THEMSELVES...all so precious all so performative.....me and hubby now just hermitude up in the hills.." for 80 a truly attractive and ultra bouncy woman with a wonderful au naturelle - not for showin' off, 'blue' haired, collie too..... if ONLY the 45-65 lot could just ONCE stop, stop being them, in fact be her.... .... and they may be what they only ever desire to be....desirable! ... but the piss i have to redirect is inffact showering them with actual golden fluids .... soon... they are the oils you need.... if only they would believe in themselves fully to have gone ALL the way and thus have the way mapped out for the so dreadfully stuck 45-65s ...who we needed to put good 'ENERGY' into landwork or saving rivers rather than only a backing up of real pollutant and ... a poisonous film that really did totally and completely unoxygenate every once half ok actual natural ecosystem.... - so so many times and the wise ines agree " only women have the voice in UK .. The Don.. Wayne C..... Russell on hios way down.... etc" ..so sad though Bovarian cancer rotted all their brains and you only recover indeed past 70... usually 73.... when its too late or nearly )
The one thing that given a warmer moment or ten i would share, and do abundantly in real life as they say ....
IS for the only people who in fact matter.
Even if i seem to have spent a decade fighting with them, explaining how they matter.
(next - if you are female between 40 and 60 do come back soon, inabit, as i can quite assure nothing else has worked.... and i have gathered just for you the abundant learnings of the magnificent old hags.... because they are only ever a pleasure if you know how to esteem and empower em...i do daily...yesters two victims ...)
there's one copy left!
i checked yesters
and also met her biggest fan if i could wangle it
(just a little cheeky insert
soon to reveal exactly how little your sweet smiley 'community' actually cares for basic human life)
Even if a 'living' set of reflections, upon nothing at all...
over ten years but with a splendiferous ending i couldn't have for a second imagined
would be a reason to really bounce on no matter what.
Or rather - in the nothing department, the last ever return, to someone already enquired upon
ends up with her posher voodoo "healing".
My ohh my what a rather silly people but i do understand, how on earth can ANYone persist their pesky endless belief they are endlessly pestilented
By what though?!? Me i have the toughest imaginable conditions at this latitude.
Traitors, haters even if i don't believe in it, and the worst hatecrime of all to waste hundreds of hours of my time, and that's just the bishop.
But my 'health' is absolutely always perfect -normal natural bugs aside (rather a lot of them come through the Pasty watercourses but you just accept them as part of the natural scheme of things , blessem..)
I do hope one day i get the chance to explain and inform and head-butt-youcate ... because it became their 'currency'...
And my ohh my when the shuffling 'elders' are in on the act too....
notes just from thistermorn but only about the lasterdec
yes Brian Lince i wont ever forget him exactly the same body language expressions as lovely Mister Laurel....
dead so young
every time i hear that placename cant forget how dumb boys can be even him... and how lucky i was to actually change
my profession
ohh woe is life where they still trade on what they were ...
then down South or hahh hahh its 'up' from here
rather than let go fully into " embodying" who they always really were underneath cos an alcy dad even hero Dambuilder ..damnit . often does cause you to be new ... think for yourself. As i saw and read ..
but it was that exact month... sept 76
some of us watched the BBC and a truly fabulous real moral crusade was aired..
whilst on ITV .. the artless problem, began...
imported from Yankland ...
and poor lass she lives on..'it's ..money that explains, all...
culture matters.
meanwhile a month ago something started.
And i know it is written up well.
But it needs an 'owner'. Not me...
I'm the wrong sex.
But one thing i hope is as sure as ferrits are, is that a propper "humble" country lass knows full well doesnt matter who came up with a great idea...
only tomorrow always matters...
especially when you have two such splendid examples of, why.. it matters. Kindof perfect as they are but my my the forces against a natural education are more than extreme they are total...
But even BREXITY suzi does agree ...
there's one simplest future 'political' policy
her lot aint got a cat's whisker chance even articulatin'..
and if someone did;
hmmm it may make some real way way overdue ' change'
so, years of listening to these dull fake lanyardists even your so called poet Lorriet driving his fat dull garish lorry through a great poem, On caring about the environment, and wordpolicing the word he indeed the useless lorriet personifies
along with Banksy
the fake daughter of ' them', bourgeoisie Kate Temple...
Mister fat Fry ...
all of them who gather at modern day festivals as poetical rockstars with cowardly Bankman hiding behind some fat agents skirts or in his case an office full of junkies ligging up his prices ( as was revealed in their own words) for so one dimensional cartoon garbage that never highlights HIS waste of good... paint or walls ... each some bit of muvva nature should only be wasted on real art that points at his neighbours before😊ðŸ˜
oops typo .. blaming always someoneelse ...on the other street of biggerwigs....safely not next to his own front door
and🥳
oops that was a typo also
all the women they use to lanyardate the language as they do nothing ever but hide behind some fat bossyboots who would sell her hedgehog rescue service to the highest bidder sooner or later without a stipulation: it continues, always
an immediate instant poem as he is on ... Unable to bravely write some art that goes further than Larkins brave attempt
anyone who sends their kids to a uk school where people like simon Armitage
In fact the real reason is the younger so called educated lasses
(who were always meant to be the more 'mature' and educated properly)
weren't told by their dreadful dumbed down and so quickly chatterboxin' with nothing to say so called teachers, why Silas is in fact the best and bravest book.
that 1840 dodgy Wutherin' book... almost all of even dodgier Dickens... is about the posh lot... blames obvious higher powers... the gentry or at least their laqwyers..
Whereas Georgie girl in 1860 told the tales that mattered: the shabby little curate and local not-very-bigwig...
The ordinary just slightly upper yeofolk.... whom one and all were thoughtless creeps ... and even if slightly romanticisising the lower orders among the yeofolk ... there can be no other parable that quite sticks it to the heart of the heartless self centred self aggrandising rural nobody, petit bourgeoisie...
And i am quite sure she knew a few if not still lived among them infact did so say the history books...
pissed straight into her neighbours' fancy plantpots....
But no latterday so called educated toung woman has been told that it is a noble act that may just save the hedgehogs too...
And thus if perchance met upon landlopes and jested with ... would run home to mummy or pater up there in some JP morgan retreat upon them cliffs " mummy i met this horrible man when wanderin to get over the lasterketamine.... and he said that you as you are one too a proud NAzi Trust lanyard weilder..!! ....should be drowned in their vile zyklon .. Bea killer ..."
when the actual face to face version started with smilingly and wistfully the actual conversation went: " speaking figuratively, and even if i am 100% a pacifist and turn-the-other-cheekist.. sometimes i wistfully wonder if they .....should be drowned in their vile zyklon .. Bee killer ...or thats a cartoon version i wish i had the skill to make myself alone as someone has to say something honest about the reality even if its rather Alice Through The Looking Glass....or Animal FArm or Lord of The Flies...or in fact all three put together in one divine comedy as if you dont laugh at them, well you cant ever be effective in changing it.."
And also for future clicks...as soon its time to get to the man who SHOULD have noticed this, so close to his large flashy 'nature' exhibition, publicly funded....
Who so wonderfully performed into my chronicling device his true self...and it will be funny to see if he tries to sue...
soon
either way till be good for a reader boost..
Especially as I am the lucky one i know exactly what i am doing with every moment the rest of my life...and for whom. As only one of them was so wonderfully openfaced about the ivermectin... oops better not use that word again or the Oggle will mark me as some kind of conspiracist or otherwise utter neurotic...
propper country peeps have disease death all of it...in perspective...
And thus are the only wise ones, but even them even me qa bit... dont let our 'core' be as rocklike as we are ..in 'public'....
thats all that matters as i know when perspective on so much is necessary or ....
(as i said to her the truly fabulous older one... " i think only a **** may reset their values.." but we dont say that until after it, and there wont be any after it as all my life weve known so grow up and be next is what i say but they cant)
god therell be so many typos.... thats what you get when not one actually offers any smallest bit of hospitality.... and its so chilly gotta write so so quickly then close up to save every miniwatt or battery
and the one with her 25 year old lass i did enjoy and learned so much from on xmas day even said in front of her, enjoyed " i think we'll take you home with us and have you at our xmas dinner....."
I do hope her lass realises " flip you cant believe a word that comes out of my ageing yummymummy's gob ....even today an invite to the big annual feast.. she just says things only to please..people... and then forgets them the next millisecond as if never said even with such a beaming smile us three alone in this cold lane"
A few days ago: " since the year 2000 fifty maybe seventy five percent of hedgehogs have disappeared.."
well they haven't disappeared their mums and dads died
to quote the NAture Trust chappie " ... well its likely to be pesticides... homeowners and the like still poison them either by direct use of poisons they nibble or through the insect life they poison that the poor Hedges then nibble and die from.."
Factoid: what is a latterday Nazi?
So if we go to towny philosophy Animals and Meaninghttps://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m002nv8g a weekago, well rightly animals are creatures too, and as anyone who lived with them fifty years ago for some years firstly in a rabbit breeding operation, and then latent ferret, then..until the ferrets escaped one night due it being my fault... and no more bunnies left my ohh my ...
but that's where an actually 'present' parent would have been handy - to have second sigh foresight " ehh if you keep the fuzzies there and that lock isnt made so it fastens proper if you arer tardy in the fastening of it .. they're not far from your dozens of bunnies.... and nature hasnt taught them yet to be all meaningful to each other and thus it would be really sad if you popped in one morning before school and discovered that there are animals which slaughter all they can ....for ?? sport ..? ehh the freezer? who knows,.. but it won't end well.."
so ferrets one can't call NAtzis as theyre not human but i know a good definition of them...
Thing is these southerners i didnt know how almost every ex High Court lady judge or Monsanto director and there will be many a JP Morgan ex theretoo as JP the largest employer in Dorsetshire... i bet many 'retire' down here...
to get the ultimate lanyard slash trusteeship...of 'trustee' on the NAtional Trust pages
whom any real parent or countryman shouldnt trust to keep a pen load of cousin Nazis safe and not endangered..
As these pages - even if 18 months ago, have film of in fact number one Nazi - an allowed term if the BBC rightly give animals 'rights' of a certain personhood, as yes anyone who has lived in the land in their youth knew decades ago...
IN Cornewall's top 'nature' places - Cot Valley, (large supposedly 'wild' areas) and as the local lying tourist pamphlets advertise the next door Kenidjack VAlley 'natural jewel in the crown..., of pure nature'
The NAzi Trust - nobody else .. them NAzis actually were spraying day in and out over six weeks spring 2024 - a team of two men day in and out... spraying those two valleys with.. Roundup Professional
truckloads (i have video evidence of some was put here briefly not having anyone to watch my back iots dangerous as them lanyards are ten times more dangerous than any thuggish sprayman)
passing yeomman [now i know and love that word] " so young chaps just out of curiosity what are these 50 gallon drums on your trucks filled with..?
" Roundup professional.... not regular Hedge zyklon but the pro version"
"hmmm.. is that still legal?"
ohh its banned next year but we still have huge stocks so.... and our trustees are most cost efficient .. watch every penny.."
so that's what her kids need to know....
But that's just the start but it MUST be happy ending!
All you want is a few days a week honest work to pay for the ....
thats a point so many weird little magical faery stories to go back to, she - The Bush, doesnt know about the little miracle fix in July ...
i kept it to myself.
She had other things discombobulating her fine mind....
BUT that fix really was a weirdly ultimate one.
And back to the matter of "prejudice" referred to a few weeks ago...
Time to knock that awful Blanchett creature off her dodgy perch...
As sorry there are real 'prejudices' and when her hero is so weirdly sidestepping his own true genius daughter...well i notice!
Its been in drafts a while catchup time
i mean no skit seriously THE purpose of all that 'inner' 'work' it seems nearly all of them are working away at endlessly so most of em dont have time to landlope.com the hills three times a week keeps the doctor away never mind your bum in far better than average condition as i was told all summer ... all that "centred" zenny stuff and her crap book on "wintering" is to actually sort your fizzy head out so that you dont leave everything behind everywhere you go....
As was seena decade ago
in lasterregion
failed!
If i could get that into a painting or 'installation' or photo exhibition ive EARNED my Turner just by
persisting
this far thus far.... into meeting the only one who may just have the fine ordinarily bobble hatted head to pass it on to hers....
i guess one is true to her ... spoken self ...well i knew she was 100% straight up the moment i met her!
that's all that matters what in lasterregion i would call "friendly farmer finger.." two meeting head on in a small road that one finger of appreciation...
a full wave is nicer and a perfect way to end a finest few weeks but its the cold stares of so many blessem .... one really does worry why they came to their not-quite-so-paradise
of a wonderful ten years back in the saddle even if as a metaphor it will hurt all the great majority who havent had to learn what real parenting is...ignoring the bluehaired townbred lanyardists whom ... im not stupid.... dominate and will have dominated you or your kidstoo....
but it doesnt mean a REAL story of really getting back in the saddle might not one day at least make you think....
so, just yesterday. To begin.
Backwards
or maybe Proustian snapshots of time... just randomly scattered for posterity. I do know nobody has material like my last ten years. I know for a fact.
As they didnt have my finest guide to being educated when i was a youngun, eleven and on.... the gentlest one ever who despite being Godzilla of a man, always helped ease my foot back into the metaphorical stirrup...
As we did our jobs building the fences (that i saw a decade ago had lasted nearly fourty years ... thats real pride and knowing when you have the humblest ever truly great teacher...)
But the fact that lasteryear has been the year of the ultra gibber - the omen with their jobs they so need doing tell you you are great at them and then just cancel on a whim...maybe they lied about the money they had to pay for all the next months work; or whatever .... or maybe they really are so mad they can't stand a man who just methodically plods along her ..... funny thing is there is almost always a pattern: daddy's land....
maybe daddy hadn't been quite the 'hero' they like to regale you with tales of.... and when someone really does dilligently plod along and love their land...
it 'triggers' some.... stupid feelings?
I know not but one astonishing thing i have learned of 1/4 decade in the Southlands which is precisely the opposite of what their whole business model seems to be in fake workshops fake 'journey' books (in a land where only 'service industries' are maybe even 90% ) ... is that they all NEVER ever express their real inner truth or real feelings...
Thats what i call a Wasteland.... how fabulous to have discovered the 100% guaranteed cause of their stupid End Times...
Really, the moral of the story, is that sadly there are two of us... :
Those whom have been stuck a quarter of a decade ...
and i didn't really understand that stuckness until meeting one not stuck.
Just one!
Who had real conversation with real feeling about getting back on one's horse.
Now of course as the world never mind YUK became so so towny self-pitying and (as we agreed on our lovely walk yesterlunchtime, and this time I'm not to "be shot") 'melodramatic', as that is the townsfolk psychological 'setting'.
Unlike the inner setting, so lifetime-intrestingly seen once again on the winterfest day (as really after the thrid reencounter yestereve i can't ever use their name day ever again not out of anger me i never am but really.... really... to quote it never having seen it! thats what i call sadly cynical) , nearly fifty years on!
And then those whom are the majority created by the nervy precious townsfolk who started to see 'getting back on one's horse' as some kind of emotional sleight... a sign of secret inner child abuser
In 2004 i even stood up in a courtroom having learned by then no lawyer woman or man was any kind of a real human - the only one in that room who was was indeed Wales' 'first ever black judge' and that's quite something as one thing for sure about all provinces is they are 200 years behind the rest of modernity...
[him bouffanted - highly paid on YOUR taxpayer dosh, Dominic blessim ] " ehh your On Her.... we have had a report in from the mother that he did knowingly subject his child to growing up by dint of her falling off her little nag and not feeling great at all about life, or continuing her once a week riding all the tramp could afford.... and he forced her neigh your on her FORCED her back on crying and wailing... wer rest our case.."
" ehhh right you know i don't respect anyone here even you matey up there that last statement in calling you 'venal' [ the worst insult you can publicly accuse any judge of being JUST FOR FUN!! country peeps know words are often just for fun...actions are all that matters..] ..if i can tell you a little story....so mine lass .. well by now six is a good age to learn some reality... and she has a lifelong lovely close warm relationship with our friend Tracey who was the riding instructoress known her all her life as humble as me both of us could never afford our own nags in fact Tracey used to clean houses i treated myself to a cleanin' lady, her, for my 40th and then realised well i get acvtual pleasure having no slaves only ever doing my own dirt... anyway mine lass always loved her day in the riding ring with Tracey or sometimes Becky THE ultimate born-on-a-nag lovely woman bosslady... she always their slightly special celeb kid and they never judged as they knew mum never even deigned to see her own lass bouncing along .... always just dad coming up religiously once a fortnight all i could afford...
" anyway yes one day she bounces off.... whilst Tracey true expert is leading her over some small jumps and its slightly more an awkward fall than the previous few little bounces... and she has a little booboo [ inserted for the townsfolk for whom all became booboos and itzywitzies] .. or hurt bit ... and for the prescribed amount of attention-time exactly two minutes most kids that age are programmed to need attention she has her stage centre performance....
" and then most lovingluy the two adults there who have to fight for the love they have for the little one still a tad weteyed....we so gently ease her back on and even do the big one ' you know the big girls that come here you love to watch galloping over the big jumps... well they know the secret that until you have fallen off ten times well you dont really learn to ride what are we up to now...ehh seven i think... '
" and that works....and within a few minutes she is back on and laughing ....
" but it remained still as a new psychological thing within her ... just a little hot and cold trepidatious... over the next few journeys up to riding lessons every other Thursday way up in the hills sometimes she would use her new RIGHTFULLY earned power over dad to kindof gain her equal power in the equation ... ' i dont know if i really want to go riding again ...'
" so one day .. it wouldnt be right to say bored of this new aggro as thats a parent's job to accept new periods of challenge... i concocted a cunning plan, i would even if i couldnt really afford it but a few times a year, hire two nags for an hour .. one of the little uns for lass and a biggish pone for me.... and as Becky knew i was pure Farmer Ridd, just from my bearing the day we first met... bulletproof unruffled by even a loony nag abused in its yoof, attempting to dominate with a bite or whatknot.... she always allowed me to go off unaccompanied dad 'n lass ona couple of nags up out onto the hills alone ...despite their insurance prohibiting unofficial riders going off alone ...me i dont believe in ANY training ever for anything even 'lawyerin' your Onnish....
" but on the way up to The Begwyns 500m away there was a small riding jumping enclosure and i said to lass 'its years since i had a little jump these are really small ones i bet i could jump them safely and not hurt myself ' and went in and lined up looking all worried and scaredy cat....
" and then trotting up to a pole on the ground i pulled the nag to a slight stop with the reign she couldnt see, and slid off over its front .... gesticulating 'ohh my god ohh i'll hurt my old fart of a self ' as i tumbled... onto the so hardground...
" and bang on cue young lass starts laughing and teasing and totally 100% 'gets it' - we are all equal lifes got its ups and downs and ... dad [acts] limping back to his nag and wiping the tears of pain gets back into his saddle....
" and the epitaph as soon as we get back to Becky's stables the very first thing of course she MUST tell absolutely everyone she meets even age six iks how her useless dad fell of his horse too!
"and despite what this parasite upon society Dominic here has told you, to line his pockets further with legal aid cash.... i knew my lass grew rather a lot that day.... and learned real life"
That's how you win a real test of not even 'strength' but 25 years of awful parasitism using 'feelings' as education when in fact its far more about real feelings which can only ever be learned DOing real things...
As one finest judge ever immediately knewtoo...
" case adjourned...no we wont be needing any further evidence thank you Mister Boothroyd ... when will you learn...we're dealing with reality in here not made up nonsense to further delay what you lost and he won, a year ago! "
thursday ...its only a joy that ones head is always screwed on....
My fault for not following the screwholes tues... as the rules, groove .. or pattern was categorical, no more new encounters after Boxing day.
An unintended unsentimental fullest education one hundred percent complete that ( as she said yesterlunchtime )
' historical' day
but not for the reasons she in her eighth decade ( put that way as its an insult to draw her with a brush her age as she is twenty years younger in real life striding behind her) said, although she is the one you would wish all the younger ones met and got to experience...
because one can have a proper real conversation with her.
Anyway the rules, i met enough people for a lifetime by that last day and only wished a few reencounters.
And just like that, the first the most absurd coincidence almost ever... a three for, one, day...
right that new word and back to prejudice and especially what George Elliot nay think about now and . ... this remarkable piece of culture that not only created my head but ...
... even if the first seemingly fine mum of that river, seemed to care, but huffily ignores
her kids got the GREAT cultural item first...
the one that made me... just be normal, and stick to the rules decades known, and know what propriety means; caring only about what next and passing on the good information you have learned.
And above all i know I was educated correctly by a little great culture, from the first great 'humanist' book to Silas to the few Wendy Perriams who didn't get ruined by showoff cleverness that amounted to nothing at all - all English so called men writers display like tailless peacocks, good for nothing but the pot; sadly for Mister Amis's grandkids...
MY daughter has to have at least an attempt at Ragged Trouseredly attempting to bring alive, why her river went dead... the one 'one' would have thought could be saved just an itzy witzy bit...
And i know that only 'real' storytelling can possibly do that one day... I'm the luckiest person still alive my age...
Especially since post-'ego' the amount of times i have in writing to a fair few performative 'carer's said you can 'share' it.... a rather useful chronicle of all of them...how they failed... because of themselves.
There...not here... everywhere in UK dangerous if they think you may tell some 'truth'... funny thing as Mister Malle did in one line rather well describe: no not the 'damaged' - at least she kindof remained on 'side'.....
shame damaged peeps bore me to death, too, even if they can be relied on to not actually care about past footstampy moments, as long as one has learned to not care about them, ever, either, nor take them ever to heart.... i only like, normal. How boring am i.... perhaps that's what you need to have done areal George Borrow for so long...but only so my lasses lot actually have a proper record that may even engage, even be "what in earth is in the next chapter the silly old madman doesnt learn from his last one!"..one day, even if I'm long gone
That's all that matters - educating the next generation down.... why one tolerated it this far.... with sadly no real fun... only us Cider With Rosie lot
who lived that so many years in our very well spent yoof
even if the older one gets to feel so much younger one old hat matter is they hate big words such as that little one
free substack likely wonky audio ramble
"hubris" 29 dec ...but as usual loads of other cheeky bits woven in. All just part of a dull ten year odyssey - as 'vehicle', that turned out to have a happier than imaginable ending ... i like them
Anyway, all i know (add to The Bible on Freedom of Speech a few weeks back) is indeed having to self censor really hurts - its the one thing that is more than a 'phase' as so much human 'illness' turns out to be in time....
And ten years later at least having began the book of why the Wye within ten years of my lass dipping ger toes in it 27 years ago and " daddy they tickle" even if it couldnt be articulated for another few years, within 10 years all those ticklish minnows would be gone dead forever ...
but it's why.... ?
And it's not the much maligned chicken concentration camps but the lack of concentration of actual humans who cared well before they arrived on the scene and the local good ole boys profited in ways can't be spoken of as it gave jobs and beer money...
All the years of " i care" turned out to be only care not to offend the neighbours or slightly richer incomers who they may one day profit from...
But as always its those who set up their stall 'caring' .... were the worst offenders in that the time wasted on them, thinking they did ..is a great comedy book i know as good as Ragged...
if anyone still reads in a few years...
Must be done!
As i know who it's for....
meanwhile so so many little bridging bits to put in here and there is a whole new 'cause' page that who knows may be adopted by the one straight backed woman left in the land, one day...
As the one i challenged to a duel over 'feminism' ...her 'thing' to my end of year so bored with their bullshit.... didn't follow through its just comedy...
But soon there are to be the full interviews over a decade where in private so many express their real views..one hopes?
Thing is.... there's one more last audio in the can ... if only so many knew how so many others are just so unhappy....(almost fatally). even here in Paradise-on-Thames...
And maybe it is because they too have tpo supress their real feelings?
THE END to be continued as the real version soon...
