And then.... I can HE Bates style, turn into a little novella sized reflection, every interaction long or short, with anyone for years

 

RIGHT LOADS OF FUN POIGNANT PICS TO GO IN HERE

WITHIN 24 hrs 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

..... And I certainly will be with some...

As there are a few great goodies. Who make the baddies seem so lonely and lost even if the majority...

The girl in the shop this eve:

" so what do you think about it ..i love it too..... so so QUIET them all at their tellies all eve..and not up til lunchtime.....but speak honestly i wont mind...  what do you REALLY think about it....?"

"well..ehhm ok..no offence dont take any ... all my adult life 18 to 30 until i turned intoa  saint....  i really rather only roamed mainly europe but other parts to ... .. now i will tell you s ad fact... and well i had a bit of a thing for exploring the women too.... 

" French women ...well you dont have to chat them up as its au naturelle to quite immediately become lovers...i mean easy lovers no fuss no English silly giggling or getting pissed...l'amour...sensual ... whatever class ..always flawless.....  homeless flea ridden ones, flawless ive even had it off in ditch behind an old building in Nice i had only just met her...with a very sad one but we just had to have it off to express our pure shared humanité..

 or all the way up to the elite the elan........ and then even the older ones... 100% sexy Isabelle so sexy even seventy..and she KNOWS it... . and they are the best in the world as i told everyone i met in three years of provisional second ref  informal streetcorner campaigning ... ok first equal with Spaniards... a 21 year old spanish taught me.. when i was five years older than her ... to... not just  go beserk for her body the moment we got it on on my carpet one hot London afternoon... ...but she said NO stop iiiittt....  treat me  like a sensual  flower to be opened slowly and softly...that i am even if very very experienced ....  and she was a right slapper from the other side  of the tracks.. she was right though and no English had ever had the hummanity to even say what she liked.... so.... does that say who i may wish to win... 

" but then yes ehh..i only went in to charge my laptop under cover as all the pubs and cafes here are SO SO stare-at-you its horrid... that evening i knew they would stare elsewhere...but not having seen a tv 20 years i could not believe the way the camera zoomed in high definition at endless people who were so well off they ere wasting many thousands on being at a stupid game.. but they were closeupping on one after the other grown women and men looking like they were 2 years old and had the worst tantrum ever ongoing.... i could not believe the total and utter grotesque of it..... and that also thats clearly what people are nowadays set to in their heads ...."

" god .. yes my hiubby goes out to watch it at the pub and comes back filled up with such totally weird fake emotion and i agree 100%...when i once saw it on telly i had exactly the same disgusted reaction.... "

"sorry i didnt mean to say anything suggesting you werent as perfect  as a Frenchie by the way  i hope you didnt take it personally... but i was taken aback at you asking me an older stranger such a wonderful question i went too far... sorry... now..but its not all weird sickness i guess....  that french lad from the slums.. i hear his story on the wireless sometimes..he.. black.. would have been dead of some rapsong by 18 i guess had he not become this true wonderful story...just latterday NApoleon but not such a loser or pumped up prick....

"..even i know his name KILLIKAN... and my awful father the world would have been better off really if he's been killed in Heysel or what was that one their still trying to get self pity for.. Hillsboro... all that money on fancy lawyers...that could have been used for youth clubs.. .... fuckin scousers always were utter con artists one and all.... 

" anyway... my heart is one place 

"even if i only love one who doesnt even have a European passport... supposedly stateless... refugee to this hell hole... do try and leave one day...you are so young.... dont waste away here especially with fine bright eyes like yours..."

I never stop...

the 'message'  but its time to add some meat to the bones.... as so so many wasted my time to  now  - even this year after one was told her fake words have consequences...even another sad mad nurse... 

i have none left 

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/come-and-get-your-free-selkie.html

And then there were three...

well....

In fact it's the elderly REAL woman of The Moors yes my friend...

I just knew deep down that when eventually 'tested' she would say

"all the way now.."

And indeed support - moral support no more bullshit, the magnificent woman whom..

(" i could tell within 20 seconds of our random encounter sorting out the free bread your great idea why not stick it in the fridge... you have a supoer secure relationship with dad...who provides the phone that hopefully Mis5 havent cottoned on to ...yet.... but your name isn't appearing on MY material I did promise The Serb i had stopped all my 'causes'... cos her stupid Vudu 'astrology' told me off via it...  anyway ..  a secure dad-adjacent babe is always more at ease, balanced super esteemed the real version not the little bird in the oncoming juggernaut headlights...    solid core....sad but true ... and well your messages now prove i was right... ") 

I know...is the ONE ... ("no we don't have any great role models to look up to dad..") 

and....needs bringing to life fully in a poetical way...

Even officially supported (for ANTI evil injustice reasons) in person by  a certain recently deceased manky old virginal parrot... who one simply is not ALLOWED to even refer to in public around here...

even prefixing " i would not wish The Big Orange a bad cold even if he nukes all of Iran..."  nope they cannot ever ever ever listen (see recent on hill videos that arent finished yet ) 

They - and these are the educated private school girls who grew very up and old and manky but forgot to grow up ....

Kept to that other site on this page as she will... take me over... adopt me as i was only treading water 20 years of wankers...

and this is the REAl version that's the t'was meant to be fun and more REAL version... i shall die of and by if something doesnnt work soon...

Anyway all that was for her...and her presently lost 6.5 year old lassie....  even she won't be named i need to remain quarantined...

I trust nobody, but do her... 

 https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/not-for-me-for-next-lot-in-queue-for.html

NO FLIES

 ...obviously or maybe it isn't flies are merely a marker in that they are nosey and buzz about obviously when most other insects do it all rather more humbly and there are hardly any of them left either..

loads more to upload from the last few weeks 

and its the little ones that are more interesting

and all sorts of fill in bits of audio LOADS to do this one today on the other site even if theyre both on the only topic that matters

audio file called brief roundup 18 july 2026 (just in passing - what i do much of the time)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/113uCd0BNcF_BP7jnnHy3k5mUqj5DyP9r/view?usp=drive_link

many more to come it gets maybe comedic..

Today rounding up on the ragweed

i bet the nazi trust spray that too with officially carcinogenic (the paper having been withdrawn which never happens in New England Journal of toxicology if memory serves,  oops googled it is ,medicine. same thing .. that was withdrawn  after 20ish years being used as THE legal precedent' bulletproof defence against lawsuit. as it is no longer considered safe as a science, never mind bee murdering  Roundup 

ready in a bit

Brecon Beacons National Park can beat any other National Park at the game of Acedia

not ready til 2030 

now i believe its visible here the horse yard glamping thing

That unlawfully stole 100s of tons of shingle from the protected schedule 2 Little Ring Plovers..

https://maps.app.goo.gl/wt1mG4btDQ8z1kNA8 

Brecon Beacons told three times never even had the manners to get back to me...

have loads of film of all the above to put here if i ever get a socket and some quiet space

Who murdered the Flintsham pool Otters? The "I dance with otters" girl... strikethrough.. fake old junkie woman of The Countess of Chester

So now even if also rather kairossy.... 

Its time to go all the way at least i know ONE who really does 'get' it...

all. 

https://maps.app.goo.gl/4FpMtTEFQffPn2ax7

 .... even if it was MY Sheepwalk pools,  otter or maybe two

google so thick it calls it Presteigne 

https://maps.app.goo.gl/XnwRykrf61pFfSte6

when no Presteigne person ever walked anywhere REAL,  never mind to the secret massive bluebell woods along the West side

In MY Herrock Hill National Park bordered by Rob Mccurrach's 

( link to Lay reader and charity trustee Rob and of course county coucil official in charge of THE ENVIRONMENT! 

never mind they hosted the Extinction Rebellion stall in the 'farmers market' )

Kennel Wood where he and his missus (Harley clan) bulldozed alive badger cubs 2020 ...(as my recorder recorded in my top pocket him admitting and squirming...and i have a giggabyte or two of film of the deeds..) ..when they thought nobody would notice ...

with all the hysteria.. 

audio 

Who murdered the Flintsham pool Otters? The "I dance with otters" girl.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1UXVcY-5e3Jgfnv9BQpChTJTb6RuFJkhY/view?usp=sharing

And if you don't listen to it (will be in substack soon) i hope you have a ward bossnurse when you are seriously ill in the Countess of Chester or then old folks home senior matron like her...

And if Charlie the farmer who owns flintsham ever saw this he would send the boys out...even down here 

Now if i had the time and space i could turn that into a beautiful little HE Batesian poignant quiet wistful   novella..of reality

At last just when i do NOT need her fooking 'universe' assisting me thank you very much as i don't believe in it other than a big loony bullyboy/girl...

 Getting revenge for Douglas despite being a private schoolboy, taking the piss out of it...

Anyway in Hell or i forgot my latest name for it, certainly not St Trinnians even if they all went as not one can laugh at ALL of themselves (the senior teacher wildbabe of HER Moors agrees)

now there's bloody TWO of them...

AS i accidentally lie about having no friends here...

Cos in a way she didn't count...

we would just randomly meet in midwinter walking the lanes up high nobody else about ever  and ..well... we would chat about them all going nuts... that's enough.

And now they are to be comps...

aneras...with squiggly..

but NOT for me..i think she understood i know i test everyone unless its merely for a trouble 'n...

" nope dont look at it a whole page is enough but all the rest is detail ... i merely need you to help guide just a bit as she's 99% there already....  my next in line... aqnd as she is female and rather sexy in a well rogered way but organically - likely a bit of wild shaggin in the bracken too which is what a country upbringing is for... make you tick proof as its all in the mind and the mind needs merely more pressing things to loose itself in...

...anyway....  my daughter.... my real true inheritor....  almost a fookin clone.... and you are the only one worthy of meeting her AND us going for a threesome together ..in step...as you alone will immediately see whats in her.... and you know exactly why ... the children need her.... as for so many years you were their teachertoo..." 

Anyway jolly good show, but the opposite really as i really dislike where i have to be stuck in...

other than the nature even if that doesnt help either...

and need to escape!

plus its time to spill all the beans...even if they are in my audio for some time.

 

BIT MISSING!
fix later

hmmm...half a gigabyte 20 minutes up here thats usable if i really do have to hide out them all on the MANhunt...

And of course she never even thought to get a cheap solar sent in...

i cant get one no address... that can be used officially there sometimes being hard to get ones when some mean 'Christian' Bishop who you put 100s of hours into wont even let a lost lady use hers for one Amazon parcel...

which does make Swestershire - almost every sq cewntimetre of it the molst thrilling place on the planet as it is without any doubt... the meanest..and i have lived all over

mean sneaky disingenuity..

is what has always most stimulated me..

merely... a bit poetically

philosophically

In fact it - all of it..is for HIM

 Even if in Private Schoolboy lands theres no hope..

As topless as me wandering the hills with his very expensive " deerhound"

" wow as you say... seventy six i wasnt even ten years from being born....a crazy long hot one  endless days ... hahh hahh as you say....no hat no water bottle midday in red alert up here they wouldnt dare brainwashed theyll die even a short walk up the hill......its all just conditioning....then. out of nowhere true new passionate voices  came.....startin with them Sexies ...... the ENERGY!... i agree the culture now  is just awful.....  lets hope its 'cyclical.'.."

"ehhhhmmm well its got worse lets hope thats before it gets better... that my gig... never off duty your part of the story too

not even a spare second to turn it right way round...

THE 

END

as another dreadful ex private schooler choses Bobs Redemption song on the wireless to make him look good....when he wouldnt have the first idea of how to ...

be continued

in fact just how dodgya  fake he was...

and i lived on his islands...

they all though him a sell out self goddifying pseud...

but of course Mister Monserat monetised himtoo

there was only one great rastaman who saw through all that confected fakery a whole way of life designed for only one causal effect...as they would privately say to me...

" brings the English girls in  to our shacks ...and performative rasta beaches....like flies.... looking for only one thing... once weve got em to shut up about natural shampoo in the plants ...okrapoo... we can perform every morn and drag em in with... "

'English Harbour'... 1988

or 9

where the slave tables already were well and truly turned into someones 'advantage' 

TONS more to go up here thoster day or weekend

 Now i have to head off on The Road, too...

hell.

but not for a few days yet.

At least ive found ONE - ONE!

(well another semi miracle yest) who has a sense of humour " Helen Steel nearly killed herself as she didnt know how to break off and have jokes about those who wished her dead.. the judges.. "

she understands...

Hell needs to be fun too..... if you are to really ever have any smallest hope of reforming it

one flame at a time..

And 'twinflames' dont foorkin exist...

until at least youve earned alliance or companerasity... (blokes NEVER will be in this lost land  - they are so so fractured and fearful its daft been there done that from 2016 attempting to get THEM to do what THEY have said they will...no hope... four or five of em so many hundreds of hours sepnt grooming emn to be what THEY said they wanted to do...against polluters polluting litt;le scumholes like Presteigne..or those who do injustice.. every one blew a fuse some after years.. and i only select those my ageish and roughly same cultural history...nope no hope..

and VERY closely mentoring half a dozen 20-30 year old freethinkers... 

NO HOPE.. they all even the drug free the only ones i allow in... blow a fuse have breakdowns even my many year bestest young adoptee superb common  (as in boy next door down the estate in hereford) young man who spouted best philosophy his single mum had sort of taught himtoo ... he cracked the net had done in even his head 

..so it can only be f..) 

 

Now..i  really only ever'comment' once a year on anything at most.. (over last decade)  

And there is NO hope....

unless everyone heard a rare good speaker i was listening to yesterday even if i have done it better somewhere in here..

as a society we dont seem to realise that if we 'love' or value someone... one of the greatest demonstrations of your love especially for and with a partner..

is to CHALLENGE them to be the best version of themselves..or just be a bit ehh... not quite so lost and arsey BECAUSE you strongly suspect they are better than what theyve been about ...

I retired from in UK no point ever as nobody actually gets that!

Even a Serb drowned in Tolle's toll Road...... on the way to Cormacs most nihilistic book ever (the road)

BUt this one...her.. there just may be hope...

bet she wipes my words of her 50% ok waffled words ... RELATIVE the most important word in this language: RELATIVE to the rest of the WAsteland inhabitants.. she is ok!

its GREAT to attempt to open up this taboo subject and i like her - far less than the normal confected empathy 99% of the rest splurge in all such matters, but i can reasonably claim to have the world record in 16 years of worst ever painful public estrangement and i think we need to be much more robust and frank on aspects of this and scream FAR louder - but intellectually robustly, and respectfully i think various commenters are awry. I wrote an audio essay today on website simon clayton and then numerals 2020. all one word and then the suffix most common

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/p/estrangement.html

Well i guess they can't sleep...they've run out of their 'xannies'... or

 ajax to OCD scrub their hands of all that new leatherskin...

sweatin into their sweaty ones...

steering to nowhere...

via their satelite navs

that don't work

In my ex lanes...

Now... talking of ex's....

Even if her 'bubble' is the grand finale...

As it is all that it ever was...

Twenty years of to be Pastine 'gibbering'

Or the illusionistas...

(as a tribute band to the superb young lineman 

who would have thought that the cheesiest one of them all is the one who just simply got it more perfectly than the rest of em put together...

yestermorn

who also gave me the info no ridiculous little PAndyman will ever UnThatch... "fourty years of neoliberalism"

" i saw you guys from early..i was just watching and enjoyed to see your early morning dance even if you must wear those simply horrid neons.... poor fellas ....but  i really  am impressed by your speedy almost tango teamwork..."

[ doin the COUNCIL'S lines... in the preheat...in the council fooking carpark..]

" yea we cant hang around... the microplastic lines... made of microplastic... we have to get out of here by nine...  as theyll give us [the PFI created] a ....ticket..on both our waggons..."

" so you..only work on council work..for the council... but the council subcontracted parking Rita.... will relish harassing you with his ticket machine.... no no that's not possible it can't be that insane..."

 born n bred but he hasn't a hope " my thing is sustainable small farming maybe one day i can afford one in the hills they stole...") 

There isn't any point letting him down..

No hope

The academic of the rural Pandy  'places'....from her small city bubble, CANNOT allow it to be popped..

" luv.... oops your my elder  ok you can take a bit of leg pull....  ehh i actually lived in your so called beloved green fookin paradise actually not in your vile sweatshop of a CArdiffian bubble.... wanna know why theres no hope for the small farm or even small habitat protectorate.... cos the land always dependided on one thing... even if you hate your neighbour or want to drag his toygirl up the hill into a cave...  only by rural honour... mean what you say....could it ever just about thrive.. ' i will lend you my cowgirl to milk your bloody arsey cow that only she can appease with nice fiddle....ok in return i wont run you over with my tractor from years of envy you got a nice one... but you can borrow it back in return....' 

"never mind from 20 years ago as i returned part time to the land well actually the 'land' the mermaid facile titittillator class refer to generally means a lot of fookin hard lonely work up in the hills rebuilding fences where you cant get machinery and all that... twenty years ago the first one ... Hilary and co.... would book you for an angoing job.... and it started...

" nope there was ALWAYS some reason for job-o-interuptus... or cancleed..

" twenty years ago it was 66ish percent could never mean what they said..... even if they never wriggled their way out of the BILL.... 

"by 2020 even  around Presteigne up in the hills or the rich landlady RAchman LAnlordess... 90% cannot mean what they say booking you for ongoing work... and at least 50% fiddle with...

you clearly cut and simply agreed day labourer ... rate... 

"that is why the poor man hasn't a hope....

of having no or few smallholdin' homesteady kinds of places left....  flies left or no

and why theres no hope for the environment as dont blame YAnkee venture cap for buying up even the second rate lands up in them Marches Hills...

...  which is disastrous for the environment as smallholdings are usually better...

blame Mr and Missus..or even Mister and Mister there may be one of them....

...  cos only a couple toleratin each other over time can make the smaller landspaces....work... which are better for the environment..over time 

as every corporate bigjob is run by a snotty VC from london even in Titley ...

' we cant have that dirty old caravan here.. and clear up your shitty fly food while your at it.... '

 ... and the mermaid facile itteration of the latest landlasses have utterly NO idea  of ...

well the simple truth is they always deep down need to reserve the RIGHT to pivot back into the arms of Rupert or Matt up from  the VC  city...

as he is the only one who will be able to sustainably...

feed her capuccino or Biba habit....

or get her the fuck out of here to the NZ bunker when the chem trails she brainwashes everyone are there... 

retoxify her back garden in the hills....  "

anyway where was i Utterly time wasted no hope of even getting up one giggabyte of the last three ....

Even awaking five am ...

Thats the countryside for you...

she is in charge!

And flies (she agrees the only local sane one) ... are just an indicator species for everything else...too...

thirty meggas

 

five seconds

at five am....

now if you wanted to be ' connected' and love your child in propper nature .  at the same time

up in the hills of The Black Mountains Craswall from 04 .... but aside no neighbour 2 km....

and create a perfect Bright Water meets My Family and Other Animals existence for your kid on no money 

you had to get the fuck up at dawn just to send an email... with the trickle of signal, usually there at 5 or 6.... gone by seven....

And what a truly wonderful rest of life habit and reset ..

She named herself yesterday... the true Gladiatress.. 

"marmite"

Ma might.....

Marmy

the opposite of smarmy... what an interesting turn up for the books

and she has written a fewtoo

" i am marmite to most some hate some not"

" me i dont care if everyone hated me its irrelevant when you properly love your kid no matter what... sees you through their sticky stuff i love too. "

plus in the can yesteraft in the can ive got the best lines yet as to how to..... persist ..

She was SENIOR Whitehall, pall of The Lords 'n Ladies too...

Now...a month ago, thing is.... only ONE has actually 'inspired' me thus far

If only the rest knew: get to eighty, meet a tramp in the car park as you are panting in the sun and he moseys up to pinch your handbag as he sees you bowed over your open bonnet and seemingly fainting in warm-wave number 1 ......

 And she, alone, gives as good as she gets 

And gives the full truth without any " ohh we must have ...hope..." bullshit.

"hopemaking" their latest poncey ponceifying on the wireless  - straight out of toxic Totnes on very toxic Dart 

via Goldsmiths  so called Art

...and even .... (TO BE CONT)

"there is NONE! mister"

But as i always tell the folk, I am a ridiculous optimist....

They can't believe as theyre stuck in negativity about everyone except themselves as someone told them they were beautiful souls...

... to make their souls behind their lanyards, less ugly

nope 

You have to earn it... by sharpening your battleaxe... weekly at least.

And then you get to be the only happy old one left

No male man ever whets my stone....it is impossible in UK. So ferkoff and get tattooed "we lost; it was the German's fault"  - i have a film half made about how even Germans can still properly laugh at THEMselves..

When there's always something in any English that they think is beyond laughter.. especially if Mermaid Pixie RULING class

And that (in socratic discourse one way) 

the other day was where i got to...

" all Europeans know that all of us is up for gags....

" The mermaid pixie facile titilators fake their laughing smiles.... so be it; but they don't fake that there is of course some small part of their soul/grift/workshop business/ dance classes / that is above ever being laughed at, or even with..."

And that... is The definition of, why... 

And she the old panter is the only one i have ever met who indeed knew thistoo... every smallest and largest thing about her and us all, must be up for laughs...

or at least self deprecation

If only the rest of them could learn from ...her

I do hope she hasn't died yet....

And as for only women have the voice... bloke leaves his old van cobwebbed its assumed you're a serial killer..

woman... she was so funny, she relishes every spider  " my old banger is a nature repository...hahh hahh im doing my BIT.... every even mite matters the way the xenobiotics are chasing em all to death...ohh yes and i agree every mollecule of detergent will knock out some poor useful bacteria in the prime of its short life..."

So i needed that [innix] ... (And now we get at last to the flies...even if it wasn't planned until The Mong called and we chatted for a whole hour and a half about Olive inspired by me)

NOT READY TIL 1900

Not that i need ANY new info as i have so much from twenty years especially the last 10 to leave out of the fridge i don't have and let it fester into healthy supplemental nourishment for even the lostest facile one..if i can fully dive into my chronicles so as to at least have some FUN evidential trail of whatever snails leave behind as they crawl along in their cosy shells...

(ESPECIALLY now I've found her*, no it wasn't the "universe" ..we EARNED that random encounter at the fridge...)

Not a once every six months overpriced pint of real ale...

But i had no idea why they made such a racket (very rarely passing by somewhere where they may have their silly game on a television -  which i haven't seen for years... ) ...exactly what the occasional ROAR is for:

SO as to indicate to the 95% who are sat or stood head down in their phones all through the match theyve probably been only talking about all week....  when to look up momentarily at the big underclass screen they came to watch.. if something actually happens 

I simply had no idea it is this bad...

It's bad enough walking the hills and even in small towns near hills and especially posh ones EVERYone is on their small screens almost all the time in any weather (and i only live outdoors so its always outdoor phone-o-mania   i notice  - the differences between the classes being that lower or middle class places its all fingers continual fingering them.....and more upper class ex private school types  its projecting ones latest arms deal or 'hospitality' business always in fact by voice very very loudly so everyone on their nice quiet walk in nature, knows how projectile twat you are...)

Now.... 

I still haven't finished the Scarlet or rather the fact that the GREAT lesbians

 nobody knew were lesbian as they didn't nbeed to being their genius songs were all you ever needed on my record player on loop for days...

until they got older and fat and werent selling so many superb records so they started to 'campaign' that they were lesbians and needed lesbian clicks and be lesbian icons...

But i bet they couldnt get Scarlet to sell out to them no matter how much they panted....

(to be cont) 

Anyway .... even if WITH Scarlet ...only because of Scarlet an actually greater than Ivry fiddlist...

 only one entity has dared to attempt to beat the original and succeed... only because of Scarlet...i mean the first millisecond of the fiddle last spring on the beach i just knew and know nothing about musac ... " surely... that can only be one person..surely ...." 

Anyway .... they should make her their goddess as ive never seen so many very very middle aged women and men in the Swest ...DEMANDING that they can still sing songs with ANY emotion or REAL realness  cos theyre too UNspirited and stupid and irrelevent decades ago....

.... And wow courtesy of THE MOTH.... what a true genius and chronicler of  the greatest viscious spittery of all time...

(wait til i tell her the miracle she is... " well i can beat you playin with tghem big judges lass.....  i got a line from Idiot Wind in my 2010 indictment..... it was actually in the official docs page 1...........  you have to PLAY with them even when theyve got your pubes in the pencil sharpener  only Rachel Kushner would get that..... ".. and she's got a free socket outdoors.....) 

anyway thats all just a fun things but ....

Flies...

Even come the bloodies saddle.... not that many of them are still mentrual round

ear

There are none....left.....

And i wasnt planning to prove it but my real insoiration, That Mong,..

Well they wont be buzzin round little olive either.... unless.....

 

parts 13ish to 30 ish next battery cycle sometime

* Right... to do later ...  about 2008 on the BBC wireless " Esti and dad so what is the court system like ... " .." its like this Keith ..please hand me the cheat sheet sweetie ta... as Mr Adams wrote  so berautiully in part 1 the page where he describes the Vogons... is what it's like encountering any legal system in the Uk... blahh blahh  let me read out the page to you despite being a private schoolboy well there was one comical genius who did indeed sum it all up... [you have to make them laugh and i was never funny enough..until..]

so i believe it was about 600

 to about 200...

that's about  400 left to avenge

Cant let that happen....!

 Rememberrrrtt.....The Belgrano

Now.... At sunrise no aforethought just turn on and type

 cont even if its impossible after yet another bit of ego battle...

And we are ON THE SAME SIDE....

Jorge Luis....

Every single awful Portobello antique wouuld be trader

or maybe proto hipster cutting edge  

nowadays bitcoin trader

if in Nineteen eighty Four

Almost default so as to clear the floor...

show off as if centre forward 

at the Institute of Forever Unthink...

"As Gorge Luis wrote in his.... Labyrinth.." 

THE LINE.. the one writer guaranteed to screw with any formerly sane head

ten time more dangerous than their proto designer drugs....

The greatest own goal of all time viz so called artistic remnnaissance...

parasite of any formerly slightly sane Londoners sanity

London lapped up his every word even if they couldnt understand a word as beyond that line

Now... where is he when you REALLY need him.... 

secret weapon to shut up all this.... England's commin home...

He fucked the English then and ...

God you can never get away from reminders of environmental collapse and all sorts of other nasties too...

Just for a once a year evening charge -  when there's no point as flip she interrupted my flow... there we go..

but maybe she listened all her pro Welsh default insanity

"love the whole place... alcoholic to the core... your own relative you told me dead of it....

 please can you STOP this made up mythology.."

Now.... At sunrise no aforethought just turn on and type

As always the real culprit .... 

Even if she in fact infantilised his Missus into some Vudu toting so called witchie of the woods...

That couldn't save her son from a little bug ..

( what a fabulous scene the expiring nipper surrounded by at least seven or eight little alchemy mixing bowls, likely of the just the right kind of cliquey woodwork made by the ' makers' of Haymakers or some latterday copyist...)

While daddy was off showing off in that so called Globe ..

neigh turns his so called pain into cash and tears

for  five hundred years

of psychodrama

picked up, copycatted

by someone else, not there either

turns HIS lack of being there

into a chart toppin concatanation

of monetised fake emotion

But of course they all piled in

As one would time and again hear

If only today  the little pigskin kickers

could be force fed the splendid secret deadly weapon

strikeher ..around the chops with Buzz's pricey pen

she wanted to jab into his dull  eyes 

for dramatising his lack of goodbyes

to be finished later

Alain, I bet even Alantoo.... 

"i'm superior to everyone specially you"

even if i aint nuf battery to check who was born first

As i got next to my junky kit upon my Nottin ill coffee table....

THE source of that which made one and all unable

Gorge Luis ... i think the spellins right

of course he wont be in their pocket devise

Kardashian botties and Posh's latest line of 

designer boot laces

One scan of Gorge...

peraps even their centre forward ca

Now....

 

I have known for a long time which people have the 'soft' power as they say in the formerly 'real' places 

Which were largely free of the Lowland (it really is as simple as about 200m sorts out the actual sewerage spills up from down South  - defined as anywhere East of Lyonshall on the Eng / Wales border, who came out of their suburbs or cities based on the Uttermost fantasy in Their Guardian or just as likely Mail colour Supplement, and those who fancied Virginia in  Ring of Bright Water and knew she really could give as good as she got... and didnt moan about needing wellies even in winter if there was a bit of dew in the bairn, and would have right been arsey if her kids or hubby wasted rubber wearing them IN town..in midsummer the glorious 76 rerun even as the rubber wears off onto the roads and wastes cash never mind poisoning any passing otter that wasnt murdered by Flintsham Charlie's chaps at Flintsham pond in 2018... i could get killed for just writing that if that horrid so called farmer googled himself...as he knows i will have the evidence... i have never seen so many summer wellies  - even this morning i think i have discovered a new kink or cult, as it must be that they can ONLY get off on extremely sweaty feet for some sexual hangup reason the Engish are famous for especially in Europe...   there cannot conceivably be any other reason for performative wellie wearing in the dreary suburbs pretending to be 'rural' .. here... other than the p word..) Lowland incame and started all their retreats and healings and energy waffle...and faking any actual care for the river Wye then Arrow Lugg and teme and a few others...

Anyway i know who among them are the soft power sort of 'leaders' - often with performative somesort of semi dreadlock or special hair do...

But that sounds all party-drugs... nope there is a type who the Mistresses of ...

nahh i cant another whole battery gone through...

and a video is STUCK at 79% and has been an hour never mind such slow upload despite coming all the way here where i know the mast is near and line of sight ..and not even a bit of faraday cage fucking with my frequency..

MINE

which is the point so  they arrive in THE environment Marches Swestershire even Pembrokeshire all with mummy's L'Oreals whilst lying they are aid workers from the desert or 'environmentalists' as they manned the Greenpeace stall once at one of their rediculous festivals to get in for free...

All speaking "community" .. holistic sustainable whatnot and not even knowing where the rare good habitat for otters may be or even frogs why the frogs are all gone...

None ever saying, ALL that the aside hinterland areas are... all competing for VERY scant resources...

one is always way behind the curve as the mast they put up pretending is adequate isnt when they have their yurt parties filled with party drugs ..

cos they once saw Withnail and...

Anyway an extraordinary hour a week ago with one of them randomly...

merely two vans crossing at a midday pitstop...

So ridiculously as once one would say Mr Sorted..all the answers as above all the ..(and 'chem trails' too.) but so modern ultra Charlie Einstein compliant .... 

so one love we are the chosen...

This man fiftyish couldnt even answer a simple question even with a lie if necessary " so do you have kids..?"

No..i repeat under no circs ever would any European of any 'tribe' even the few real NAzis in the AFD ... be so... i just dont have the words to describe what on earth Mister ultra uber evolved enlightened can't even.... and the look.

Now all i care about is some useful words ... even if once again i am cut short

as i was thistersunrise half way through what's next - no time to think just type...

And they come back even if this language is most inadequate and so many have been stolen by his tragic lost cohort...

repurposed into gobbledygook

And it was started by (archetype) the trevor Eve figure in the 98 Poliakoff (its in an audio i made 4 or 5 days ago i think the oneon who REALLY fucked your waters... and i forgot hios name but it came back half an hour later and i keep all in my head and that works...when it NEVER could before...nor could i EVER hold my own with these cool guy the leader men....  but i can... even if there's no point as they are so rennaissance men backwards itsdaft...

  

to be improved maybe 

ahahh it IS UP..... stuck 79% a whole day now goes and jumps the line just like that just as battery gone 

I care about mefirst ....

 especially when literally NOBODY has dared go for a stroll in the hills the last few weeks, so i want to be seen in my primest Heathcliffian hulkiness.. even if he IS the problem Stendhal would have pissed all over him on page one... 

.. it is not an accident that since they put 'AI' in my old samsung really very old..

it thinks it knows better and turns the film around all by its stupid selfishness...

so now i gotta redo as i am a perfectionist 

and that took well over  20 buy-me-a- coffees of time to upload at minimum wage...

 

and its only the first of a few chunkies made the last week some of which i am sure are even saner....

and the ONLY one i really wanted to make for some weeks prior that day and had i prioritised me before her would have asked the youngster to hold the camera for as it required both hands free really...

Is probably another stupid week away at these speeds.....

never mind the various in fil bits some of which have to be checked first as there are a few which one could only put anywhere after...one has left a  region for good, in the heart of concentration camp regions where they cant concentrate long enough to even take in

" I HAVE NO INTEREST AT ALL in your regional theme park and as for the soulgodess facile titillators titillating their client suckers they have the path for them...   its a' comedy for me the only funny thing there is...and b explains why no environmentally 'aware' person who invaded The Marches region from 20 years ago ever DID anything except scratch the eyes out of other environmentalISTS who didnt go to the same soultribe pathway to hell facile tittilatory practices as them....."

and this it would be dangerous... as some stories are vehicles for others and so addicted to very expensive antique landrovers and all the rest of the whole themeic parkway to hell...

they havent got time ever to take anyONEELSE's words in...

and they assume everyone is them...

as nasty and backstabbing behind the back of it

guess he spent too much time with the 'mystix'... or fake hippies

Merely killing time....

what was the truly great Irish culture ...just in case?

yea right.....

 (THAT WAS FUNNY!!!!!! at least he can laugh at himself)

Except if their government ever want to shut him up it wasnt funny...to hear him at his very best around ...aggh im over i cant remember and i have a great memory... late 00s perhaps... at the beginning of set # 2 

"ive never been so fookin rudely treated by a whole load of snotty little private school educated Ruperts and Matts..i am NEVER coming back  ever in a month of bloody Sundays to this den of pseuds fakes and fookin EJITS..."

Only to see even that so called MAn... half a dozen years couldn't mean what he said...either  

Anyway L'Optimisme.... 

There is none until this so called literary genre of "the universe says .." is ripped out and chucked in a vat of rancid Coney Isle chip fat...

The entirely incomplete

 https://leftovers2022.blogspot.com/

But...i looked again and there it was... !!! wow....i had missed it earlier..

The answer - so beautiful and poignant to..

"if you want to know what Britain became.... and the ones who at least may have read a bit of the real book, Disgrace and chucked it away in disgust....

well they had the hearts and souls once and thus voted to remain ....  but that's old news .... what REALLY happened is that half the so called 'enlightened' ... ran away to therapies and healings and facile titillators of every kind...

who only did this to them with their Bosch or it it Bosh..

which is exactly the opposite of reality and the sad real reality became also that if as i have so many times, politely impassionately merely muttered..

'...Disgrace ... he earned his Nobel....

the whitey ex supremacist there she is in the middle of nowhere... the blacks gradually reclaiming their promised lands around her even if by not quite so legal means... scrofulous skinny waifs and stray....

and the horrid little mad blackman does the terrible deed to her one day.....

...  but she likes her land even if only a bit left, so does she run or does she ...stay...

...and somehow in excruciating, painful drip drip screetch screetch albeit far less drip drip than when i dribble out my stories deliberately to make my readership even more insane than they already must be...

... there is no word for reticently, begrudgingly... ...at first of course fearfully.... she ...

.. learns to somehow accept that he is just over the other side of the valley from her and.....

...somehow.. they ... himtoo as he does have a soul even if of course he must never show it...he cannot due politics cause and effect 

... they move..on...an extraordinary piece of real literature from which one so rarely LEARNS.... how to live, in reality...'

if i say that to ANY brit even my once best friend FROM that land, living in Hay-on-Wye pretending to like books .... who admitted to me first meet he was brought up racist which meant of course there was hope...

.... they look at you as if your are condoning the sex crime at the heart well at the beginning.... the rest of the book so perfectly on HER side of the fence!!!! .. they assume even the better read.. you wanna pull down and have them all gang ...roped in to  your nasty schemes....  there is no hope! "

especially while the newish genre of feel-my-beardy Matts are the only thing that publishing dares spoon feed you the soma with.... 

right there is also or was at dawn a critique of the big one in my phone but even that ran out of battery and that never happens.... 

 

well, after all that, not 'now'...

 Two whole bloody days.. three charges  - 90 min a time...

Reposition to the only small town in the whole region which reliably has decent upload speeds... always...

(the libary internet  of Dooneshire being so dire  in perfect accordance with the fact its always been an aristocrats' playground where they couldnt give a shit about the plebs; indeed profited from the Princetown concentration camp established for only one reason, profit from the plebs... where they sent 15000 odd Yank 'prisoners of war' to die for certain as the coastal region they had been paid to put them up in, Plymouth way wasnt killing them fast enough... ohh and they used them as slaves too... plus ca change... )

and ten minutes of regular video which is next in the sequence...from a few days ago then dozens more little audio clips to make sense of some of this.... wont even go up in a day, now... 

and laster evening 

twenny euros...what does THAT buy!? .... 

I'm entitled !!!!!

to a premium starlink account at the very least, and whats he rippin the world off at per click?

Now.....

"ugghhhh.... ok i am so zen organised as usual....  a few notebooks all my electronics .... and even a book or two noted to 'borrow'.... but if only these ridiculous browsers of my Joycean mad channel knew just how utterly beyond deathly it is to have to wait around in one of them places while my machine charges...so i can get back to uploading video clips nobody will understand they're all so one dimensionally bot-thick....  "

Bit later

  " uhh god... ive got to somehow waste another hour in here without going insane.... 

" hmm what a splendid pair of legs she has bent over over her Joyce...

"ahh but...no.... dont dare talk with them so as to pass the time.....  a bit too poshed up for me .... they wont like a bit of honest chat, even if loiterin in the book spot....  and i just can't talk tourist..." 

 

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/now-to-get-bit-ralphschimic.html

Well i do hope it gets its rightful lanyard

TO DO

" but what do you mean if you say dsm criteria rules

everything in uk?"

employment tribunal

teacher sacked by head  lanyardist Head Bossocrat  for hugging 4 year old pissed his pants came out of toilet crying uncontrollably " i NEED a hug...."

cos its against promulgated rules to hug a nipper and was promulgated and dtamped on 5he back if every labyardtoo (mytoos are no typo .. all a big sily ode to  what has not worked nor will it ever...)

teachs brief  " my client believed the psychological wellbeing of Eric who cannot be named for legal reasons  overruled the rather pedantic approach her boss took.... stealing his humanity..."

county council weasel wording  " ahhh...hold it there meelud ....psychology isit!?... well as the small print says on your emp cont...and more importantly my client's insurance which will pay my fees when you are bankrupted with a costs  order against tou..... states that even in UK even in some mad so called Freedomania on Helford .. or dire Llanigon run by racist social workers sad daughters who persecute the ' English' with the worst ever subtle mindfuckery about they are so ' sorry' that someone is English it must be awful ....'...... all facts pertaining to big psych  the second you mentioned psych will be assessed in accordance with Madland's ....DSM....  the only and final arbiter of whether or not Eric may or may not be harmed by your client's act or not thereof.... this hearing is now only about psych interpretations in DSM....did like it or lump it... it rules all...legally even here "

as a fine young new recruit to be a teaching assistant i knew very well .  

saw on about day 3 of her wonderful new job ...

hugging a wet tearful  Eric.... and then handing in her notice... in tears.

And even Jenny E Holland the one last great sane journalistic  hope is going on about an " immigrant crime wave"

she should look at her own half life ...

Madder side

whom the real criminal emigres really are

proportional in respect if real harm done, statistically speaking to the actual real numbers of real people  harmed....

unlike Rupert's bare minimum of actual crowdfunded fact ....

even he admits in the small print is.....based supposition

( ooops missed that one out an audio ...lots to now plod back through all very much of...Now)

The needy one to add in audio later

 And they were all the same putrid shade of showoff...

anyway ive no interest in sad attention seekers..

The " i need nothing "thing is the ONE thing that one heard slowly but surely that entirely destroyed 'community' from the ones who came to seek it (having been sold a pup via the Guardian Colour supplements.. and later on only managing to hang on with overpriced local shops by selling themtoo..in working class areas that's illegal or will be soon) and advertorial it for their own house price inflation..

" i don't need your advice about which is the least worse primary school in the region"  funny thing is they learn what you wanted to share with them, the hard way...
and their kids are hardwayed too....

And all their as they ALL do it all from Jungian selfimpalation to Oracaline ohh ive forgotten his name Charles Eisenstein poisoning....

They all come so so  'enlightened via their practices that they are too enlightened to know that the one thing those who have had to tolerate redneck racist cunt hinterlands especially if they are welsh as any parent knew the day the very black girl arrived... for years, love to to from their heart..is help out the newly arrived nice person with caring thoughtful ..information...

well unless you are some local who merely think in terms of profit from em inbound...and the firesale when they are outbound having wrecked their own marriage  her being too far from the shops (usually  generalising is what civilisation used to 'grow' even if its illegal in their world ) and a few local lives too in the process...

As even Rachel Cusk never managed to jimmy into her pretty good stuff..

sad when it IS the 'rural economy'....

 

which is ALL... 

entirely 'connected' to why even their mental health

HERS.. my lovely new friend 2020...

with two perfect lovely so engaged kids...

is so shot to pieces so as they cannot be human 

Equality in a bit of needing  - ping pong even made up rallies so as to keep normal needing back and forth...especially when the pubs are full of racist dinosaurs and theres not much else to do for human kicks...

. is what SAVES you from your own swampy quicksand 

and every single one for 15+ years doesn't 'need' anything..

I was world champ at but it doesn't work

A bit of needing....especially if you don't really have quite the same values as your opponent at the table...

is whats needed

But  their dreadful Eckheart .. And guru Alan.. and then so many facilitatin' acolytes... brainwashed them otherwise 

Anyway FAR FAR more interesting and more dangerous 

As i see so many now copy his look

(tattooed and bit more clevr-beery in most others) 

and will also copy as he has his book

Just yet another "hmmm...how do i lure into my Notty loft the Nottin Ill girls (druggies being so more 'interesting' ) who love a bit  

Alan Wattie..?

ahh yes make every other page something about the 'universe' may just help / align / what the fuck ever..."

yet another excuse to do nothing... except compulsory meaninglessness 

designed only to impress

to be cont (them its now default

 the ONLY language they can ever spout!)  

At least Mister MArquez the true king of 'Magical Realism'  had a sense ...

something original never mind a ....

well he could write in two d....

And cared... even for a Melancholy Whore

without a doubt his very best

He brought to actual life an all her complex finery 

and miscellaneous ingenuity

in terms how to live a real life of peace and centredness

..in times of mixed up values 

all a wonky mess

with actual dignity

ten times the needed mindfulness

than in ... every facilitor's facile fearful posh van filled with only their preciousness and STRESS

put together

Now... once again one of these says the end but it is NOW...

 But i have some chunky longer ones especially upon the hills after an actually alive chat inspired me to do the big last chunky which will take ages to upload thats not the prob the bleedin battery is...

But then it is my 'small things' pleasure and also always mentally elfine  really great thing to know where the better bits of signal are... best breezes sadly not in the same place

In short i potter here and there on the job and ..

it will take time to make it appear coherent "connected" and even useful... but i know that none of their words ever cause any of those effects all they seek...say they need

And the facile titillators are here and more importantly invaded back there... to feed them titbits of nothing at lots a pop and... I am your " we never say guru" but guide.... into absolutelly nothing that ever does them any good ever i know its been the story of The Marches for 20 years...

Which is why none of the middle class so called enlightened ever saved any river or even my badger sets from the mass murderers...

But when at least 50% of the POWER in the community, say by the damaged seas of roseland.... the women with performative wicker basket swagger all deftly tiptoes ... tell you actually no joke that youre not being Oracle Girl enough..

usually quite snidely..

Or even.... now as a proven Miss oh Jenny its your faultist

I always forget the FULL list of the worst blokes in history they copy...

HIM top of it... 

This is now full emergency to save them from him.... 

He too thick to know people like Sam Harris bought his video collection at least 5 years ago and turned him into wise very very popular guru despite him drinking himself to death...

in such a 'spiritual' way...

Him... Alan the true god of  watch some Jaqueline (as they call her -old Oracle who shaves her head to look 10 years younger and so so 'pure' ) vids  - all they do... between talking about how nobody does anything to deal with the housing or seashore crises...

which is why they go to the facile titillators for healing and other wombwrapping type plenishy stuff.... 

because they cannot deal with 'reality' in their own expensive Pastine seashores... forgetting the fact that they gathered the (soft at least) 'power' in such regions via being very good at conning councils to get the grant cash... which should have 'facilitated' them to actually do something environmental in the environment in their expensive back yards...

but its so much more 'abundantly'  radical loving to sit and watch an Oracle..or Alan...  the sick fake she merely copied...

batteries always last longer when warm

Fridgeism

Now being a fridgeist saves money and more importantly the annoying hum at dawn if one values ones dawns to be pure...and silent

And as someone who would NEVER even dream of one in a van (RUN lass make those curtains and escape..)  nor a house ....

it's astonishing how you actually forget you ever had one or may have needed one..

But thats too radical self-love for the fancy flouncy 'psycho" therapist-culture of the SW that practices here..(but dont tell their so so many 'friends' who get mates rates as long as they never mention no mating here too messy and it interferes with the performative solitude.... )   before they go and dig their talons in back in 'town' .... on the pop stars bankers and their dogstoo...

having of course spent all their life here errata in The MArches  preaching that the root of all worries well its chasing after Mammon except they can't even manage that such ineffecualates eatin nothin but even my Queen Imoan's one good original thought....

Anyway how worthy never needing a fridge but the one that really is the big one is i have the same sized waist as i had 14.. 16... 26...and always.... and only landlope 50km a week on average and take loads of time to stop and have a siesta en route and would even natter to passing walkers if there...were any

Now the last few months there is a sort of interesting rabbit in the headlights only the OLD bags dare just occasionally mutter..as per thistermorn

" fuck me... 1930s even if i wasnt quite born yet.... [ " no please at least manage one fact... UK pays higher interest rate than Greece on the international bond market.....which also matters as even say France borrows far more of its national debt from NATIONAL banks...whereas UK the source is mainly foreign dosh no matter what the swivel-eyes may say... and the foreign shylocks as sure as ferrits are fuzzies arent going to be quite as amenable to say perhaps a  pretty pleaswe, mortgage holiday in the sun...or even a MAcronian NON!..its not hard you were a boss of graduate education for gods sake" ] .... "

Merely on the sudden eco-HALT - hardly any tourists oops errata vistors and adventurers... and explorers...

Anyway being fairly slim does NOT come from diet...at all... even if mine is pretty samey for 40 years ...

Slimness as i well know over several periods of 'giving it softly, to the man..' comes from taking part - NOT in some cakefest of standard 'volunteering' but from sometimes doing small causes that are a tad risky such as even if absolutely THE end..

And i am happy for her reply...

communicating with a council official who one thought REALLY really was 'one of ..us' 

So i shall now send her the true full version in a poem...for her only... in case she was worth caring about...

The brain uses 40% of your calories they say..

And that is scientifically proven by McGilchrest's blubber...  forever thusterating just how little unbrain power he used to rip everyone of for the hundred quid book never mind the 'left brain' right... yet ANOTHER excuse for doing nothing and drinkin' yourself to death like his Guran contemporary Alan De Nottin Ill tarts whom fled to him like as if ...well only cos Terry reid told em to fuck off and get a soul like Linda....

whom... the thickest ever so called musician has only just 'dicovered'..

Anyway if Fatty Mcg had actually tried to save the badger set next door .. the Laird a lookin askance at it in such a way Fatty MC waddles back home to write about how more would be so like him if they used the other side of their brainless voids...

He would be thin... cos its the endless figurimg who may or may not be ones ally that can be simplified into nobody in Fatty McG..illLands..

and why bother that keeps you thin as at times i eat ten rustled cows a week and if on previous last time manoevres cant even keep my normal weight on..

or even writing slightly cheeky seditious plan simple truths...

keeps you on your toes..

and there one uses SO much energy as that takes actual brain power figuring the balance one step wrong and you break a real ankle

TO BE CONT