and the booze thing ...
and the 'new word'
Now it may sound a trifle grandiose but in fact is the exact opposite though i cannot use the word 'organic' has that too was coopted by the DOnothing brigade who i realise are all the Southerners, who merely project concern for environment or other political matters pretending they arent 'political' and also that only grassroots can save the world...
which anyone who fourty or more years ago paid attention to modern ' green' as we called modern-progressive politics then, knows is a load of rubbish as the lazy chancers take over at the 'community' space meetings and say things like " hold the [pass around] talking stick whilst i hold the space" and what with all that holding nothing ever gets DONE...
which is splendid for them as they dont really have time to do much like go to endless dull planning meetings and recombine 100 or more 'green' groups into the one we needed which may DO something... here
(one of my best chroniclings is Angela P blesser at Hay Festival three years ago .... flouncing at the Greenpeace stall, so flouncy its daft.... going on about issues elsewhere and ok fair dinkum didnt even hiss a bit when it was explained to her that the river 1 km away was dead...because of all the Greenpeace peeps who would camp locally in inadequately provisioned large campsites which if there were monsoons would pump chemicals into this rivertoo.... but whats really a super positive is she led me to her mate The Mong the only 'mate' i have who i do deeply care about i guess ... 28 weeks preggers maybe this one will stick..as The Mong and i have no barriers no limits we are on the same page 100%
even better she offered to be bridge to Agent Z via their mutual appreciation of good real journalism, Mister Pilger...
nobody else ever has....
And then she ended up poepople pleasing - i.e. bullshitting she was to have a cuppa in London with her...a year ago
But it couldnt happen as The Mong was still age 42 and still after three years training by yours truly to not people please - using her friend Angela P as fabulous archetype of the prob... Her Mongship agreed, ...was still a mad butterfly flutterbying through acid raindrops....
But when she was told two months ago how " i dont think you are READY to be a parent yet if that important life lesson didnt stick, that you never person to person, you to her, promise a child or even 26 year old something you had no intention of making sure WOULD happen...." in two ten minute recordings....
I know she listened to as some content was repeated back...
One woman, ONLY (over quite a few 100s of hours communicating between the two of us over three years) , caught with her knickers so far down it would indeed be a valid excuse for not being able to wander up her Heidi-hills and put the flab back on...) didn't auto-block and ...well, we continued to be friends....
that's called being a friend " you need to know love ... what you did or didnt do is so deeply lifetime consequential for one lass .... you were her last hope even if we dont use melodramatic talk but still you knew that....and you failed... due only your own narcissistic people pleasing Alice through the Looking Glass disease you still have in there even with superb arthouse film knowledge and having WATCHED [rather than read - as only the reading is real and sinks in for real] all the Pilgers...."
Anyway back to the beginning... which was never about 'woke' or anything such as any sexual weirdness i couldnt give a toss..
In fact precisely, i always forget my tranny story....
which needs THE great rhythm even if Lou a faketoo playing on junky looks and so called grace when in fact he was just a failed jock who read a bit of Rimbaudtoo and copyist....
one lonely eve...
over thirty years ago
in some very very middle of nowhere mid Spain on the job..
Saint Exuperry with the night mail, or maybe more likely some showoff wankerbanker exploring new unexplored golf courses, they can only get to by airborne camper van... obviously untrue as ALL private aviation or at least 99% - i.e. not the heart transplant work i did or even humanitarian relief, is just showing off...
anyway nomadic troubadors of the airlanes know one thing very well: loneliness. Kindof so bad it hurts. In fact come to think of it Gabriel Garcia the way he so so humanised in fact made heroic his hookers, maybe hetoo knew that life of the itinerant... i mean i guess a gentleman needs at least two dates to get their knickers off... an itinerant worker not even necessarily returnin' to the same country for a year well is perraps justified... (real seasoned travellers would say that the Cubans are the best.... beserk in the sac, no fake tango needed, and meant it too, never mind being twofer... the price of one elsewhere..as long as your 'currency' is hard.)
Anyway yes so some truly desolate small town up in the Spanish hills one dark evening, read a few Turgenevs ..splendid all is well but rather bored and that never admitted lonely.... sidle down to the only bar open in the one horse town a handful there at most settle in to some nook back with Turgenev and half of beer.... and you get a 'look'...
Now not being prejudiced nor ignorant (the last audio Lewontin there is no race we knew thirty years ago) any woman will do...
and pigin is spoken everywhere so language 'barriers' are less of a trotting pole than one may assume...
fast forward an hour or so later, this super smiley quite gorgeous Spanish woman...my type long very dark hair...skinnyish.... never mind super sublime atmospheric conditions back at hers, on her bed all smelling of pauper and nothing much...nowhere...
thoughbubble: " well i hardly dared to think of them before sat back in the bar .... they were so obviously...ehh...mountainous and nice skinny perfect standy uppy... Zermat types, too.....but now theyre in the palm of mine hand ..... fuck!... ehh .. tghis is above heaven..."
fast forward a few minutes ... as one is easing ones pants down preparing for the attack on the summit which clearly would be plain sailing.,,.,
I shall never forget her gesture, burned into my minds eye
as " no fuckee...." questioned nicely and progressively ... becomes and she moved her hand towards her naval whist smiling..." no hole.."
no hard feelings....
well indeed it probably did stay a tad hard as despite being rather a disappointment never mind affront to a red blooded man's dignity manly masculinity and every other inity... still they were the best boobs ever encountered...
those whoremoans even then sure ...worked...
Anyway my innocent Miss TAke is so irrelevent as i say i actually forget it if that non-subject is automatically raised by EVERYone ever for a few years...
indeed i kindof smile.... just the sight of a penis traumatises me.... well at least he had the decency to have chopped his off first... before trickin me ...
BUt the amazing thing about the experience was that there was not one second of " i know you will want it...really...really you are metoo.." which is what one feels walking through every very homo town in the SWest...
i mean one even gave me a look yesteraft in the pissin down rain us both well into middle age...
Anyway.... forget all that utter irrelevance and s/he clearly enjoyed the innocent warmth that eve...
but whats happened the last fourty years is
ONE! : there was a very well defined group of us all over the world or maybe half of it. WE... well the first qualification was you had to have an inner setting " no way am i paying for even a cheap waste-of-cash hotel...a YOUTH HOSTEL will do just fine... especially as we know they are w world-standardised very cheap price always...[ unlike the last 20 years thats no longer any certainty].. we save our money for local strong black coffees.. [wanky lattes and rhubarb flavoured ones not yet being invented to waste more time and cash on]...together...in town in the morning or some simple peanuts and raisions as treat if we are backpacking some trail .. "....
and there one
but here is THE KEY LINE in all must be a million by now...
we were not 'ELITE' -= we were the ones who didnt waste our money on expensive football match tickets [ i never have] or fifty pints of beer every weekend.... we were the humble threadbears..
sewing up split backpacks and nobody would dream of going 'moauntain' climbing thats for mad showoffs...
nope we landloped the world merely to have solidarity and thoughtfulness and understand....
BUT heres the REAL biggie...
nope.. there were NO underclass intersected real ethnic paupers ever.... in cheap hostel or even shared dormitory....anywhere
And there was little talk of " lets go and experience some multiethnic culture out there.."
Every single one of us weird shadow inhabiting tribe of 'travellers' knew most museums were iutterly overrated hardly worth the bother... the main business of the day was finding quiet cheap cafes without awful crap soap operas on full volume in the corner... and that there was a totally respectful 'truce' between the slave labour in such cafes who neither needed to be known, undertsood or certainly pitied for being on relatively slave wages, as they always had innate dignity and quietitude...
nothing was for sale, nothing hyped, no neediness nor even comparison. Perfect humane truce.
(and within yet-to-develop Former Sov places Yugoslavia the best of all truce society - by which i mean nothing to 'prove', to any lost loon who found his way there on a tight budget and backpack ... a society at peace....centred.... )
In fact there hadn't yet begun any 'war'. Even in warzones.
Now...obviously it is a 'privilege' to have been able to afford even the cheapest Youth Hostel when the kitchen staff may have struggled to pay for their shared minibus a few klicks to work....
But it certainly was in no way any 'elite' thing nor in any way patronising.
And never ever about 'culture'. Only simple real geopolitics, greed, and wonky democracy in many places, as every single traveller knew...
And we avoided the Yanks... they knew nothing. And especially avoided the Brits as they projected about everything, irrelevant except to their manic desire to have 'fun' they rarely did, without a bottle of something or ten...
But what is the 'point'? ... I spent plenty of time in REALLY dodgy fringe places with pretty nasty stuff not far away that would affect the small people...
One 'cared'. These ragtag tribes of travers one and all were 100% decent and thoughtful and it's all we ever spoke of. In fact i was probably the most slightly confused and stuck not knowing HOW to be decent always..unlike all the rest. But also one knew that only they could affect the politics of even their own sq km of slumtown Nairobi or even fascist Tunisia (until the 2011fireman) which had sold its soul to the fat hoards who knew nothing of its politics the real version
In short nobody ever patronised anyone ever anywhere... everyone knew throughout the 'Far East' that the politics was so lethal and the powerful, so vicious - ask Ms Suu Kyi...
or Jimmi Lai ...
never mind those institutionally starved close to death in Thai prisons or even India....
indeed its almost as if there are two kinds of humanity
aren't we lucky
But i know one thing for a fact: if then - the best people i have ever known by far...gentle quiet, but brave enough to wander without waterbottlers all over Australia NZ and that Far East... had anyone sat over morning coffees and spoken of "multiculturalism" ... almost everyone would have said "WHAT 'culture' to multiism..?"
... religion every single person even the Yanks abroad on their 'Peace Corps' con knew religion was either dead,or just politics - how you get money a job and wife is even S African... most of myth just made up voodoo for the tourist to come...
all major 'tourist' destinations from the TAj to some largest Thai temple even Nasca lines... swarming with fat bourgeois who didnt have minds any more...
and that there is only ONE 'culture' everywhere even then that mattered....
the fighting but elegant fighting spirit... against THEIR OWN local greedy tyrants, same colour, same religion.....
merely against power greed and already 40 years ago certainly 30 consumerism everywhere and the worst kinds of cheap plastic crap... everywhere
to be cont
FAT and ILLNESS how to cure them both
especially now the data is your fat jabs were rather overblown
at the same time
and live longer
not cvos you are thinner but...






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