So, the right to name, on the 'name day', even if all rights came with so called responsibilities

 Now i have exactly the right one even if Manchester, whether ism,

or not, one knew was the seat of "the devils spawn" decades ago

Only to be proven, in the inability to even know it's own phone number.

" what did you die of..?"

Anyway lets forget all the time wasting as that's all it's been about.

Saving... every second, savED...ed...

But also the crock-walk*

(ohh i forgot funny old world when only the very tramplike, very black man, on his early stroll gives you a truly warm smile...quite touched my Intouchables....)

Not really understanding how even in Gwerk mid summer 'heat'wave in the first summer, they would come and prance on Gwerk drug-taking 'commons' how on earth their compulsory antiperspirant was going to 'defend' against surely the sweatiest feet ever...

wearing the Hunters midsummer when any true, landsperson, told Lucas a long time ago " ehh up lad ... your walking boots are a bit poncey  i mean especially midwinter   if they get wet it will take weeks to dry them out whereas us landspeeps despite our varying 'indigenous' madness   Martín   will make his beer money by making up in a  century or so

... we meander even the hilliest 

of hills, merely in moccasins its VERY 

time saving, practical, and saves on leather which is a real luxury...."

(wow her tshirt with the ultimate virtue signalling is even ironed...)

Never mind saving your rubbers for when you really need them (being impossible to recycle) those indigenouses would surely chuckle at all the wellyclad feet midsummer when there is actually a peri-drought,  which surely inveigle foot rot even if that word means sneaky underhandedness and not quite the right word for being culturally conned neigh demanded into performative wellie  or walking boot when there is no Earthly need. A real iconoclastic heritage babe of the future one hopes would see the three dimensions in that - one of them being the need to be seen taking 'care' when taking care of ones toes means letting them 'breathe' but you can't say that as that's an extra workshoptoo

Every second...every penny...

counts and counted.

damn it i near forgot

Yes fourty years ago, lovely arty poetic songs on loop, an almost perfect year, except him and its like i heard him then, just yesterday...

It's like this if you happen to get into a fancy device with a doctor - a very very senior lauded one,  of course they have to shove their foot down on the floor and show you just how technologically advanced they are

Just as i heard from the once sane Canadian's brother then, embarking upon his so called medical 'career'...

SO pumped up even forty years ago that his devices and gizmos will save humanity but it was the tone. The complete and utter lack of nuance

Had one said " ehh even the Ausies not exactly known for their iconoclasm or ability to think beyond the top of their insipid tinnies,  will spawn one who will write a rather good book in a decade or two

and those who can think, beyond their arrogant littleman Doctor Timselves...will read it and learn..

never mind already know that the coefficient of sunshine you will never understand exactly all the 'health' benefits as that's the completely wrong word for we are evolved coeffciently IN it...codependent symbiotic many of our MILLIONS of inscrutable systems  arose IN it especially around the less hotsun times of year try living and being outdoors three quarters of your life in Northerner climes and every March ray of it you relish...

and then children or infants must eat dirt as their so called 'immune' system is not theirs it is asymbiotic 'community' member who gets off, or on, when tickled on the toes by a bit of foot rot which boosts its ability to boot it away... 

so fuck off with your .... arrogant prickery, so based on well i got technology 

even then

 * - now three awful years in Pandyland 

- which is the nomenclatter for the whole land,

  pandering to nobody, but learning real learnings, I didn't need to learn but did need to understand 

The one thing above all the dominant caste would wish for, if they could stop, which they can't of course as the thousand quid 'retreats' and summertime fashion-wellie, cost loads of cash ... which requires more time on their phones showing off to each other,  than even i knew existed

The one thing that they really may wish for if they actually stopped and actually thought, may just be " how can i stop fretting about the most irrelevant of things such as everything they fret about continually,  and the ill fitting footwear when someone  - me - has only one wish to keep on plodding on for 50ish kmish  a week, minimum, week in week out... the fact that the really awfully fitting footwear bothers one bigtime as fully functioning feet is all i care about... and thus the first five minutes really is a walk between concentration camps in a blizzard that's bound to kill you - metaphorically...

but literally within five mins.... 

not only do your feetbones or ligaments or whichever other bit of their body they have every conceivable colour of showoff bandage and plaster on ...

probably...adapt.... such that they are quite happily functional enough within the completely maladapted footwear...

you forget the initial mindful, of nothing..

its all mainly in, the mind....

And i KNOW we are all the same....

Because i have read through the propper science for myself for decades AND .. thought for myself...

what is in the space? between each of the few better books..

What may have they even missed?

But the quay to the heart is not that i care...for myself...

Merely as .. just a project that shows how even Doctor Tim never mind every single one of his awful spawn don't actually care ...

or they would have their feet clinics outdoors..

But more than that, would have prescribed some half decent novels, focusing on how to die, first

As generally speaking that's what causes indigestion.... not being able to be philosophical. Which you can only get from the quiet small books. And wistful songs... 

sanity -

now where was i....

I bet even himtoo

 ("what am i wasting my time with all this when theres a bit of proper religious experience on the record player back in the vestry") 

a whole week ago she said, at the free banana spot, and then disappeared:

" a man can't live on bananas alone...."

But of course no Scepticilian Pandylander could even think to say ANYTHING sane  her all bristly " the system has crushed us and brought us down to this..."  cos all they do is moanscrolling rather than realmanscrolling  - not the fakes such as Jordan who can't even manage to not get addicted to pills despite being a professor of their effect on his lack of mind, or all that whole genre never mind the vile Tateists...

One bloke who one is quite sure was brought up on proper New Enlightenment soundtracks even a Serbian Priest is honest enough to share with his flock, as influential, and i shall never again think of them as a tad suspect in the old cultural dept,  a real man, authentic, no pandering to PAndyism, puts his t-shirt on and unlike all Swestites doesnt need to tell you which marathon he has just run, or club s/he belongs to,  and following on from his actually authentic ...

..... well...as i said " i am only jealous of one traveller.... "

"who arrived  in plain and simplish tshirt lands the day this actually kicked off on her first backpacked soujourne....... and i hope she has even caught it in the news they didnt even report.... "

 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-43948181

Indeed what a photograph god i hope she stayed true to her smile ...

And .... well, define a cynical land, when even Don Mccullin goes on the beeb and says " not one of my pictures ever made one diddly squat of difference.." 

" he won....again..." 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cvgel990n51o

 https://mg.co.za/news/international/2018-05-08-the-street-protester-who-took-over-a-country/

tis the Dons.... who .... 

Cause and effect ... 

At least i now have a better word even if to the youth the sexless Pandy may be unknown,  but that's not important as it's their so called parents one did need to say something too, they could all word-picture, understand..

Even if the pic is of them...

Ahh yes... I would want only HIM (the Serbian Priest*) to officiate

 now whist by FAR the most frequent piece of plastic spinning around my record player stolen by  dead " ohh what a GOOD EGG he is and does so much to endear the 'traveller community' to us by his bumkin ways and so many antique gypsy waggons and motors....  ok only when the cameras are on him, or some transactional stall ongoing to rip off the 'festival' goers...  his duffed up ex would say... " Big Al....

Indeed never seen this one makes the point that even in The Apple, the great majority of women were far too grown up to hardly bother with their chemicalate...face 

gunk

  however ....

(ahh yes the usual stupid Rupert-Henry who styles himself on Rufus Wainwright as they all started to a decade ago, as he fucked mum once at a festival and all she has for it is a lonely postcard pic at the edge of her cracked mirror...

when he  shouldn't have bothered styling himself on anything as he didnt need to, and should have stayed very very siklent,  as mum already had the greatest of all styles next to MAggie...

 the Rufus lookysound alike talking on the wireless this aft on rewilding they are scary but the way they use meaningless Eastern garbage like 'yin and yang' - ask some imprisoned Thai how much yang they got for breakfast and.. he wont be able to even speak from the teeth falling out due tortuous malnutrition a tad familiar to the People of The Book back in some other era...or Ivan..... shows Kate should have shoved his head in the opium pipe at birth and gone and had a real one.... elsewhere

 )

got it!

of course all along....

Calling them the Tubbies Tellytype....

Always just off the mark

There's something just too corporate about them corporeal Tubs, even if of course one sees them often waddling around  in groups as if it is hereditable... (you don't hear that one so often ) which like any corporation we knew back in Jenny's ninetine eighties saner times  of course they were malicious 

But what you want is the perfect name of something you know probably is going to be even worse for you than Nigeltimes...

Or to put it another way when someone says to me a few months ago "manchester is  a great place great wholsome people...." and they are one cause of death, as i knew the second those words were said, but didn't stick to my principles which is i knew every single one a scoundrelous mentally incapacitated fraud...and should have said so and been right as history did show

Anyway.... 

yes so long ago one knew something, and even if the disaster of the whole internet without ENOUGH adhd or whatever, so as to actually get the title right and it wasn't Les BAins....

T'was Paradiso...

Just a few months before 

 

Now ... 

Poor Ian... I mean not only are you the only true genius that came out of their otherwise number two shithole, only beaten for bullshit by the land of the child denier pretending he even had one when it was Imaginary and he stayed the other side of the pond; 

But even if she may have denied it as "platonique"

" Ian... mon beau robot... the only great dancer in history who recreated it as it should all adhd ..be.... Fais ton choix, mec !...

you can only committ to one pathway.... moi, or the chipfatty one back at your so called home...

" and in future times when your little ditty has served the test of them.... and is without any doubt the one great moment and you even say 'please' ....  a Pandy shall emerge who says ' I hope we will be  back in the same 'place' in his sordid little lifetime..... 

"on ne peut s'engager que dans une seule direction..

"et tu vas jusqu'au bout, maintenant !

"mainitnenant ...

"maintenant ou .....jamais "

"and if you don't decide on the paradise of moi....  ALL the way no fartin around thinking a bit 'o her chippiness is ok on the side....

" someone in 45 odd years will know that your cop out, symbolises rather a lot but never mind the other dimensions none of your so called people will come to never be able to think in... 

" but that... the idea that anyone from Up Norfff....  mon beau génie....  would even be able to smile at his own ....réalité....

" dungarees...not even us Belges would be seen hanging from a bridge in them ..  I mean even your Muzz Wonky Westwood allowed some sense of sex bulging or otherwise...

" the ultimate in anodyne inhumanity ..... painted on smile, painted upon superficial vacuousity.... and some new style notion of 'Manchesterism'....  

" [Va te faire foutre et crève .. even if is deepl subject to the same nonsense being that the worst thing that could be said in frog was merely 'ALLEZ VOUS EN!' with the appropriate gesture only an Annik could muster...] ....

" when you have absolutely nothing to say and can't even decide what you want...now.... our remarriage....  you are already dead....

and will also probably buy a country cottage where you have even less odea of whom you are.... ism" 

* yes now... ehhh... what a chronicle i have of the Vicissitudes, but it's so much more interesting in the 21st C... 

Never mind their inability to actually get behind a babe, and pretend ... that's what's on the surface its the absolute disingenuity (its taken Oggle 15 years to figure that is a word and may need spell checking!)  neigh snobbery under the cassocks...

A complete and utter failure to be of the people.... 

Or make onseself liked by them and use a church what it was designed for... i bet his, back there in 'behind the times' Serbia, if he had a  record player,  not only sometimes had a good old real  modern art on full blast..

But he even knew that everything is just a metaphor allegory .... bit of a joke on US....

(as said to the only traveller left yesteraft " ... Brian, represented the fact we must laugh at ALL of us, every single bit .... the British forgot this even if we alone invented it  - The Pythons...Alexei...  and the last twenty years know there are things of us  - the self bit of us, that aren't to be touched...

... and when you meet a baby as i did yesterday of course one must tickle its toes... without asking!... and the one relaxed mother left knew it was exactly the right way to be" )

"sixty nine pee..!!. "

 so, never forget, even if " he spends half his time on Collerado and the other half in California, the still suave places ...and in the month he spends here he has entirely transformed his department...it is quite remarkable"

'Middle of Nowhere..' rather the testing ground for the fancier pacemakers who can't go for an amble up the countryside without the latest back-pouch designer load of monitoring devices...

Anyway where did i get to - a real woman, and real artisttoo,  doesn't even flinch when you sit upon her fancy but rather impractical arty farty couchette thing... and without asking or making some polite fake waffle just plug your laptop in unaskedfor in her holding-space....

" well that is very astute of you and  perceptive...its as if you, alone, can see into my soul, insighting that....."

And it wasn't really even a guess. For mutual benefit... cos unlike all the rest i have all my very very few greats in a notepad ready for immediate pass-it-onnery....

" luv... believe me.... i had to partly illusionata him as i really thought that the so called man meant it that his libary was ready soon..... voting him onto the only artist worth running a  workshop, for free,  unianimously

just me

as i can tell a rare one who still had THE glint in his eighty year old eye...

and he said it not me " all the rest are SAFE...."

" ahh yes Dimiotri, the 'bad' 'safe..'..

"he was ruder..."

"he alone could be your rudder... and won't charge you one pee"

"So ideas,

if you wan't to perraps paint

prejudice

And English utterly lostness

" she basically said, face to face, just her and I, and one other drunk at the bar crying into his homo bottled beer which is really where woke came from, the bottled bit...

 "dance with me chappie  you limeee chappie  ....and you can have a jolly good feel of these...."

"And sticking close to my principles of being bored by drunks and a tad fattist... i declined her slurred offer.... 

" but then.... stickcking to your principles, can have a payoff....  bored...limey wont play.... didnt really know who's mountains were on offer in the palm of ones hands....

"  ' well...I'll just have to show him then what I'm made of and what he's missed out on...'  "

A year before the peak chubbiness as perhaps demonstrated here

Little Miss Speaking of her Catholic upbringing, Khan described it as “terrible” and said it was a "great relief" when she left it

proves the point that to be the actual Queen of it, rather than the ever sourer death-cult, Baptist Minister's daughter and balooning alcoholic....

A real Queen of it, not only has more sexiness in her later 60s  years old  slightly slimmed down pinkie, than all the rest put together ...

 

Now i had a point about three months ago ...but darn me it's forgot. Except....won't be wasted:

" love...Sam's as you say, to a formula.... yours you even say you had some anger in that one.... nobody else in Narnia even dares thing that emotion exists..! ....  now.....  for decades all i sought, past tense, was just one good example of one who did let go.....all the way...and thus got better than even that night of her private show her to me cos i kept to my principoles and never dance as its a waste of good log-chopping energy and deft hot yogan bending and gymmansticating one may need the next day as no woman ever helps you ever do your country work day in and day out year in and out they would rather be showing off their latest spandex 'pilates' garb in the village  hall down the road -  why there is so much wood strewn around the hills for months on end quite grabbable, the farmers just end up burning to spite them...and the 'Greens'... as dozens of really good photo installations i began to make a decade ago may have shown, imagine huge pile of good usable wood and loads of  rich incomer fatties in the village hall,  at their 'pilates' and to pass the time moaning about how the local born n bred pensioners are so cold as they cant afford a bar on the electric fire ...but will die with me unseen... you want to find the real formula.....

" well i know it.... "

" and ive given you my underbridge word picture.... the bridge was in days gone yore when many parents in some village a bit out of the way would indeed figure if theres a way a lost kid to be bridged back in to sane parent... or tw women i bridged so as they may work together to save one of their dads from certain early death.....nope it CANnot work any more in a land ONLy about ones own rancid little feelings AND 'caring' as long as one is paid... paid friends... a land of transactional relationships which aren't as a relationship shouldn't be ... so yes ... that's why the bridge.... and as for the flag.... but what kind of know? ... ... and how does the viewer know its their red cross one ... ? hard...but i see no imagery at all ever that attempts to tell the real truths of this land..." 

"Hold on a minute...!"

where was i on the important matters of why the whole of the environment is ruined yes the so many diamond courses and the fact they never work as those nature-minded have to WORK together as a  loose collective of a few whom can just about stand each other that all the Tolle free Buddhist Diamond this and that or just hot yoga teaches you you can not ever do....

to be cont

So, now...off* you bugger

 ......But it was seeing the so called  men at dawn

Or in fact eight o'clock

spraying so avidly..

the way they frentetically sprayed around their chemical smells..

*Anyway splendid... even if a real zenned user of nobody and many years knowing the internet is full of people who could never read a book so as to keep it all in balance, and the worst unzenned thing is to look how many 'views' or meaningless nonsense like that is making any difference, one however cannot avoid seeing the view count when selecting videos to display here - many i get around to i would have them all as this is a more effcient way of having a playlist  - and literally 22 years of truly lost uncountry lasses pretending to 'live' in the country, but all being lost and wonky except for Sally from alcoholic Patyshire originally - sane enough to run away very young, every second of time wasted really did matter  

Literally every second...

Every second NOT pumping the gas but gently easing ones foot down ONLY to the sweet spot that rural hill peeps learn about or else...

And anyone who loveskids from 1992 said to themselves " never again drive over 50mph as one wouldnt want to effect any kids life by causing a smashup ..."

Anyway all i want is the most Turner worthy unviewed video splurge in history as a surrealist abstractist of the abstract fakes who came and ruined everything... even in once very aside places hardly anyone mad lived at

And i have discovered that all these 500 readers a day must be the ..(indeed its almost a bit of living science peoples science those fools go on about.....you dont click on kid videos even if they are wiser and deeper than anything even Fromm came up with..... so what's the grand finale - the english descry kids so much they dont click on great mindful learnings, to spite themselves....

about sums you up

***

...18 june 1400

wow, eurekan bathtime and bubbles too

 What an image!

Even if they don't even deserve a one star rating for causing a true noble "warrior"-like,  effect and drowning various nations of sunk-rats, eating the shit from the sewerage nobody can be bothered to stem, even in their third ever so called national park...

Hating ALL flags, I know what the very very very very best image would be to artistically sum it all up, all fifty years of fakery well at least Mister Perrin tried...

a bridge...

a flag - that awful one with a red cross

wrapped around someone's neck...

in a final way, who had more sense than me to stand around awaiting the finale....

(and we could  PeterJAChapmanate it adding in little doodles such as pissing on Will Elf books with the last involuntary dribble)

And at last i met one artistic couple who didn't fake their understanding that its all just a big bowl of rotten cherries. And who's responsible for the rot...

So, what did you die of? (merely home economics)

So, for some months i have been in a mentally interesting 'place'.

Which despite the Teddy Bear reframing his unmessage as of "place" has nothing to do with geography.

And the real zen never mind fullmind, of the right stuff, accepts one cannot even have the ('energetic') quietude or any battery charging stops with any zen whatsoever 

 but even if i never will get to my chronicle to share it for posterity, and 'learnings' - about just how pernicious the Charles Eisenstein approach is as it fails always,  i know just truly insane the first one i encountered who bragged of her Diamond or the like 'work'...

And how hilariously it failed, to cause an effect so as to not be insta-judgey, never mind cause them to think that someone they may be chatting to is NOT them...

And may have a different interiority modality based on 20 years putting up with...and feeling a certain amount of pity for, and also seeing how they never ever ever can keep at anything, ever!  even when they buy up their rural paradise (on dodgy office work cash they never speak of)  them 

And of course your stupid Green Party couldnt stop and think " if you live IN the environment ... costs are relatively higher and the whole point is not prostituting yourself to the corporate-complex we knew of 50 years ago.....so at least TRY...hard to make it two per woodburner...even if you aren't keen on the smell... as in time you get used to ANYthing....

*****

ahh yes the big one is missing

So, as every jumped up moron in the land, the last week starts to pretend they have read the Haidt book

 Which in fact is the worst book in history - even worse than Tolle tarting fake 'caring' and fake living in some notional Now..

Blaming EVERYTHING on a convenient little shift in the meedia and  all that (when it was merely the 'like' button, and 'block' except all they did was build upon thirty tears of so called 'Reality' TV  - ive never seen as any sane person knows it never could be and will always be warped, crossbreeding with angsty Eastenders type of hatecrime tv  - meaning tv without any quiet contemplation and ponderous profounding around, as one, two...saw in the wonderful 1975

Survivors S.01 Ep.07 - Starvation

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x9u10ro

so interesting in that if the camera lingers, and keeps lingering as they can't afford all the zooming around and in and out, and not much happens one sees so much more. and even sees people, real humans, in the gaps in the story...

Anyway... the gap, was there even late 00s in that one had to tire one's kid or kids out by doing healthy things and its extraordinary how fast they forget that in one household the tv is on in the corner all day long which was the reality of modern day  post Soviet spaces... all of them..and Far Eastern, and the other there is no tv.. except a weekly goodfilm on the DVD ....

Haidt of course gave the dumbed down speak-firstists, who can't think of what was beforetoo, a whipping horse..

or boy.

Already especially in the Anglosphere it was all Al Gorey..

In fact what is interesting is what NOT. One hasn't heard of European  regions baying for no more pocketphone time, as generally they managed to keep it all rather more in balance...

Just as any actual traveller noting down differences, knew that sweeties were about 3x  relatively more expensive or even 4x throughout Europe from the 80s, nineties i bet still are ... so the kids didnt have them very often at all, in fact in several decades meandering those saner lands, i never heard any European parent or aunty say " off to the shops to get sweeties for the kids.." 

 And even the stupid BBC had a copy in their library of Henry's '85

 which categorically stated sugar is the one 'poison' that changes the  human biome  in kindof a fairly permanentish way..

I know as i have the copy from their library, some bookseller thief of Hay managed to steal....

So maybe they have an excuse, even if it was obvious via plenty of other primary sources, too 

 

 

Now, Rock salt 'therapy'

 Now, it has not gone unnoticed (three years now i mean)  that among the many 'middle class' addictions 'rock salt' - in fact i believe it is even a brand, is compulsory. Never mind salt being bad for you and for me a rare treat, of course it just must be rock salt... bet that comes from Chinatoo along with the just as fake mindfulness kits...

Actual kits that are useful and work are young ferrits which are a spiritual pursuit that also works...

Especially when you spend a decade manipulating them into enticing so many other children, to also have My Family And other Animals existence  - i bought it for yet another lost uppity one last year only as her daughter was quite unique, and maybe even not beyond hope....

Which is why they bought all the homes even in way aside places, but forgot.... when they got there all the flouncing.

Anyway i shall never forget TWO - the second as scientifically valid sampling, so called 'poetry evenings' in the south, where the 'poetry' was almost only about their illnesses - all the men brainwashed that writing a poem about their prostrate is something that may get others to, clap..

I would rather listen to a real poem about getting a dose of that than all the moaning but this January took the biscuit with  " the wound"  - she didnt look very wounded to me, 

even if thats their currency

Anyway... all this hurt and hurt and woundy stuff i full well know can ONLY be soothed and therapised by actually ramming a truck load of the most hurtful salty stuff, where it hurts..

And no therapy should ever be charged for when it all fails, so i don't even expect anyone to chuck anything in my hat even if i spent hours sorting and uploading 100s of the most hurtful salty stuff ever  this winter  - it was kairos time..

Just was, but no time to write down the ones that i have and havent yet...

These were... (of course now due it being Anglophonic all uploady things think by default you only wish them harm or worse.... when all i wish to do is really rub salt into anyones wound for theiur own good as there is no deeper one than mine especially when in fact a dedcade was spent truly Pied-Pipering so so many local ex towny kids into just a bit of true therapy which is what the spiritual religiosity of ferrits always was....  and it works: cause a child to have true mindfulness as if they arent and have the wrong vibrational frequency of getting it wrong,  they get a nippy reminder to ... collaborate... actually be 'animal' as well or at least a half zenny one as ferrits do have second sight and smell 

and can tell 

when you are a fake

plus to geta  child going on long walks even when you live actually on Hay Bluff at 1400' is hard work - requires a great deal of application - building mood into funtime and then off on a  walk..

before they remember that their job, and 'identity'  is to be arsey

dozens more much better ones to put up just to long ago pondered maybe a point can be made: get over yourself therapy or ... 

even 'hurt' - the actual valid kind that is so hurtful its amazing  one didnt become a dead parrot, is merely cultural ..or something like that...

and...well all  needs connecting, to see a so called super'therapist' of the region - she cant even get her extremely expansive ts and cs sorted out so as a simple matter of whether the p[rice is 1300 quid or something like that or 15 or 17.... basically against trading standards yet 'use' a child as they all do in the begging bowl  - in almost the exact opposite mode as i have ...

means you all have no hope

no matter how many times they may chorally parrot "hopemaking" (yes its a new one as stated the nomen-clatter i do find extraordinary and its increasing.... even if i have seen no better example of something NOT working and even heard two truly horrid intepersonal rude ranty wars ongoing in their paradise... )

nothing to do with me all i care about is finding SOME common lexicon thats clearly never possible any more which means all is 'hiraeth' which is the same as death ... whereas saudade is subtly "but we just could get it [ the good thing] back... "  and if someone told them ALL of physics or 

ohh yes as of 3ish years ago every rediculous would-be-therapist  - all London or SE refugees, all you hear nowadays is " ohh my now we know its all a quantum field ....all along we were right it was energy radical=love-energy.... wow the energy and vibrations are so much more real..." 

funny that as physics says we have absolutelly no idea what any of it is...

which is a potential saudade back to before all these space cadets who so so so KNOW what is reality...

well its back to times when there was the peace of knowing we know nothing and certainly know anyone trying to make cash from some or other therapeutic knowing,  needs a bit of societally therapeutic ducking stool..

ohh but that would be druel being that all the therapies and all the courses and workshops and expensive supplements and even fancy rock salt shopping trips mean they never had the time to actually be the 'earth protectors' thei t-shirts announce. so the water is indee so poisonous that fair dinkum a real man taught his kids years ago not even the maddest of them all one would wish a sniffle  - decry the sin not the sinner...

(ahh but i like the profound - i have one picture of an unfixed gate a young girl should be using ... now that   - the imager, is profound...maybe one day - they dont understand what 'caring' is - its in the heart  ..always... kids first, always... im lucky i always did.... and succeeded too..  herding kids AWAY from their devices is EASY always ..if you put other real stuff in their places..of course on mumsnet they will always be making excuses about as they so NEED the expensive 500 quid pram or whatever else... that no kid ever wants, they just want fun....and some learning at the same time too.... which ferrits always provided for free no screens needed... oh yes at this location the same year the  mindfulness/ mediation coach bloke i wouldnt name to spare his blushes made sure one of ours given to his step lass had a long slow painful death.... " bob you must make sure the kids always make sure  the cage is always locked ...as they know from ages up at ours... no matter what your spiritual wellness zen stuff beaming out of your 65 year old eyes may think as you constantly remind us too you being on a magical plane above us all due your tai chi pants ....ferrits are not Philip Pullmanesque magicalethereal  beings, they are a bit thick when it comes to finding their own grub if not taught by mum or dad in the wilds...so they always die if they escape..". as they did.... ) 

Now...

  .......talk about the most incomplete bit-part bits of bobs ever.

 All the same bobs for a decade and a half.

And actual mindfulness is knowing ones mind has been much of the last winter full of splendid insights even quite good aphorisms, but i shall not be able to arrange them all curated as the trustifariites are obsessed with for their all singing and dancing expensive grifty websites and promo materials, despite them having nothing to actually say in real life.... 

That works, even when they try and charge an arm and a leg for their works, that don't - and i didnt know just how megalithic it was...

And thus how so distracted they are even when defaulting to faking things 'wrong' with them so you too can be in the curative, club...as they're lonely

Now yes as all are obsessed with 'microagression' even if that word has been superceded by an even deeper dive into their shallowest waters such as if there were anything 'wrong' with me i would have a continual headache from the rocks just below the sweetly lapping waves of them, a megga agression is far more real, by choice: and to so educate ones childtoo takes a lot of hard work...

But that's for another day suffice to say even if already said some years ago  - fifteen actually " the men of this land..errata kiddults can't even tell their kids ' if you dont want to then to die before their time of bad drugs like  the true genius Gil well tell your kid not at them use guile and white lies like i know you sweetpea would never ever be so lost as to, but  if your best buddy is experimenting with the harder stuff just tell them ONE thing that may keep them alive longer to make sure you...ettata they,  buy them  from a reliable retail joint as even in nowheresville of Horrorfordshire where drug dealers used to have a bit of an honour code, as one would have gone to the same school as them,  not any more even there they'll sell you something with even more poison innit...especially when the yanks get to sharing their fashionable new sprinklies that fenty stuff that is guaranteed instant death even at very milligrams .... " 

Now as stated and i wouldn't expect anyone to have a memory in the so called Anglosphere (they do still in Europe)
Yes there are about three dimensions i shall never mate together i mean as per A life story part 2 i believe fifteen years ago you COMPLIMENT a man, stating " you are the ONLY man i have ever met who marks his rechargable batteries so he can recharge them in groups of those that have had the same usage   and thus the charger may be more economical or it feels we are doing SOMETHING to minimise waste, overusage..." and he can't even remember being told a great compliment... despite being one of the minority not pickling his brain cell in the grape.

(if one lived i would have added a collage ,made over 15 years of all the stands boasting nonrechargeable batteries - to children too, at the checkouts,  as bad for them as sweeties at the checkouts, when any sane ordinary person knew 20 years ago if we do value our children make that little bit of extra effort to try and always use rechargeable...

not in this sceptic shopping Aisle of Haribos...

And that's the mentoo...

As recalling a valuable compliment is part of being either sex if youre a ferkin parent!

yea all the (ohh i wish i had the battery to make a collage that alone would be Turner worthy especially when the data is clearly behind everyone being at least part mentally wonky for phases so it all didn't....work... but none even respected einstein with his fine " definition of madness is..."

anyway bobs

and mindfulness is not taking it to heart ever ever that one cannot even weave some fairly coherent overall message and will appear a random radical fruitbat eating radically nuts 

But one tried...

NOT FINISHED YET NOT FINISHED UNTIL 1700

now the real 'zen' is active also in that one must know exactly the few places where nobody will oggle - oggling is endemic i now realise... 

nobody will go by ALWAYS barking their wellness and abundant fullness on the phone to someone else (even in rural places ) even more interesting 

when occasionally one may have some thoughts to attempt to collect for real reasons...

but yes well you wouldn't know as all everyone can do is moan and feel hurt or feel something entirely 'cultural' (as per A life story part 1 - many more to put up) or pump themselves up into an even more lost ballonic teletubbie than they already were..

ooh thats quite a good word picture as i still struggle with just one word that sums it up

all of it 

or rather i do have it but at some point unless one has a real same-pager, well it will be time for an entirely fresh sterile no snooping by sick old men with nothing else to do originally that is them - their real life and lessons learned,  new name

a Teletubby floating off full of hot air and  nevertheless theyre still fat..

(how interesting and maybe even profound - all i seek, that oggle can spell Teletubbies, but not singular -  exactly - they CAN exist only in packs following each other...

yes,. even five years ago quite a few peeps would actually appreciate the sound of simple rain on a tin roof as being far better for you and even your mentul elfine lack of values  - causing a 'space' you can't 'hold' as space can't be held, thats the point - it merely is a good meditative something or other that works unlike Sam Harris's  demands that you go seek some drug cure...

(i dont pick on anyone its in fact interesting just how totally on-zeitgeist i am even i didnt know.... by which i mean certain 'public voices' who have developed their online voices over the last decade in fact you do hear that they influence all the previous so called public policy wonks those who are said to have had some 'authority' via just about readable (non fiction) books  

I mean you could put it like this, one of the very few who the more thoughtful for decades trusted Mr and Mrs Benn as they wrote his diaries together 1+1=3, if he were still alive and had a kid with wonkitis even he - previously able to think for himself i bet as sure as ferrits are,  would tell said wonky son " the most respected head man in the world is indeed this Mister Harris so everyone says even in Merry England, so you better go and fix yourself by his psychedelics,  but cos were British we'll get you some actually well tailored posher ones with a better pedigree,  from  that pork-pie behatted chappie, who wears splendid Mothy gear,  in Portabello   .. rather than quote from the very best one who wrote Neuromania, Tallis, who basically in his intro said "i am at war with my competitor in this field who is...... x y z [ ruder than Don vs Iran]..and all of neuroscience is just guessing which teletubby is more dangerously psycho behind the fluffy mask...we know nothing, really"  

Now, the food waste song... ( "THEM")

(gosh a week ago, and now i have lost the thread)

to be  re imagined.

soon...)

Sitting there, in the never-again, cafe

Every flavour of "cultural Miss Appropriation"! at the next table...

Especially that bitter tart one;

I had no idea! The vitriol in fact public bloodlust 

so much,  you would be best

dressed in their compulsory galoshes

Or Hunter wellies in a long hot spell

so as to look good. Even in their ridiculous little medium sized, town. 

That very warm day twelve  days back.

 (I had no idea the boozer even could) 

Now all that matters is  having a good memory even if i had temporarily forgotten which one it was, the "you're just like boring me to death and probably everyone else.." even if no modern day politician can ever think before they speak... what, Vanlike, may work....

And a better memory for the pseudeia, Vanman chief among, with his " fook ... ive never been so rudely treated by such a load of fookin' pumped up pretentious private schoolboy wanky ejits  who think theyre gods gift, no mystery, they are so they am, or is  ...in my whole long career ....I'm never fookin' coming back here again ever ....!"   

https://www.countytimes.co.uk/news/18330352.hay-festival-fundraiser-nears-80-000/

ahahhh yes "synthesis" their buzz word....

There can be few who so perfectly Miss Appropriated and synthesised or rather crossbred,  the sound of the soulful Delta, fifties sixties,  and something local, than the one who even Miss Appropriated a gong 

which is worse than saying at Hay festival it must have been 2001, " never again fookin  farewell..." and forgetting ones values.

Not meaning what one says

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_people_who_have_declined_a_British_honour#

even if i guess there's something even worse

• Nitin Sawhney, musician (in 2007, for ethical reasons) "I wouldn't like anything with the word 'empire' after my name."^[174] Later accepted appointment as CBE.

Never mind being the truest genius at fusion  - actually synthesising or even better word, alchemising, the base element of Delta mud, 

with a bit of lip as only a ranty Belfaster, choked by even worse rancid chipfat fumes than that you would find in Hay from about 1994...mixed in with the asbestos cladding and whatever other delights were deported over there as they were cheaper labour 

and launching a whole career upon just such halfbreeding ....

Anyway i remember to the second the day i stuck it on my turntable, and... heard the perfect synthesis, half bread and butter as jolly good start to the day. 

Mister Soul.... nothing else just soul. Adopted from those of generally a darker hue whom went before...

gosh how interesting i thought i was younger when needing to express onesself - disdain of their awful towns, especially that one,  i pinched this from Woollies.

the moral of the story if you are going to pinch something as an inexpressive lost person, nick the right records, and start at the top...

Funny thing is that i never took seriously the cake mix, until i saw the boozer and his need to articulate what Donna merely Goddessed  into one's head no need to figure meaning...

Not that there's any point telling modern day so called 'critics' of this... rather meaning-free small codpiece from the Master...well he is masterful on men and i needed to see how indeed he elevates the other 50% equally, and i get it, in that ... well i know he tried. 

Even if he must use shit-writer,  Phoebe's technique - albeit in her hands up-the-jaxi gets i do believe seven references to shock,  of shocking via something very very silly, and maybe that was a good reflection both the (senior) women bitching about the other via the same methodology of gossiping about " what she likes" ..

 Indeed ...

well the ....surrealism 

And....  well not much keeps me from a firm opinion, but ....

a mix of absurdism, and attempting to say something but then she only overtly shags the really (i forget the exact word for the 'devils spawn') hair dyed priest who's going to "have a go at being Pope..."

well .... surely it's the best riff upon her power to chose to play with the devil, indeed...

never mind smashing through the concept that 'beauty' leads to anything but a pretty bleak life....

I wanted to damn him... to make my point once more (for devious selfish means) that there's no hope in Mamma-Mia lands of 

in fact she was fabulous on how younger love is just tossin about

for nothing... even if she failed to find better love which is past fifty....

when you know what actually is desirable... and how you can close your eyes 

as only one i have ever spoken to, also knows, imagine....

it as good as the real thing.

Anyway the only dimensional some kind of confected computer program set to some aL Gore that even they couldn't have come up with given all the programs, Buddhisttoo in China.... 

 

With their snivelly two stars....

......contrives a facile, bikini-clad self-parody

https://www.theguardian.com/film/article/2024/may/22/parthenope-review-paolo-sorrentino

One could at least start by saying, never mind surely the biggest ever budget for on-set fags in history, even i felt like coughing,  I don't think you are going to be able to figure what it is meant to mean in one viewing... 

(clearly the reviewer not even watched it once as talk about THE main  story/ theme/ or toolkit in the boot of the vehicle,  in the film being brother  vs HIS buddy,  her unrequited non brotherly lover - alone beggars belief)

 This article was amended on 26 May 2025 because an earlier version incorrectly referred to a plotline involving Parthenope’s “two older brothers both being incestuously obsessed by her beauty”. She has a brother, Raimonda and another male character, Sandrino, the son of the family’s housekeeper, is also obsessed with her.

I think we can identify there the moment that rag lost the plot as it was too busy pinching M+S sarnies at lunchtime to salve its sick little confused mind... which is a completely understandable and rational psychopathological response to the mental illness all around, they started. 

Paulo...tried to..... pack into her. 

Even i can see that. 

And i wanted to hate him for daring, after so many years of being  so one dimensional...

But i think it was a good attempt.