The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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even if i decry the word art unless it truly does have The Sublime innit and lifts your soul to want to just ... be .....Malala's dad
Now one has to distance onesself from "North WAles" even if i only like sweltering heat where i never swelter its just the weather
as.... in the late 70s it was crystal clear... the genuinely rural gentle and kind peeps all lived in my poorest quarter of the country....
and went to my comprehensive school where ONLY extremely mild grass was available for a few of us in the bogs....as an ALTERNATIVE to beery boring beer bores...
and being a happy shepherd atop actually proper hills (diggin' out real sheeps from snowdrifts not for a few hundred quids fleecing of the tourists who'll keep it in their garage mouldering away til its ready to go in the bin - never the compost as thats un 'hygienic' (it astonishes me - photo series one day of so much compostables left out for the council to collect when theyve acres of back garden)
Anyway... Oswestry is where the really nasty drugs started - literally that was the borderline .... like the humble real North Wales english genes ones never went there... dangerous bleak nihilistic and rubbish pubs full of nasty drug dealers even then....
None of which interests me but when one hears over some years every single BBC woman who has just done 20 minute compulsory pieces on saying nasty things about women or anyone except them with such utter earnest solidarity with the insultee ...
and then a few years ago the grand finale of his Succession is to be aired every single one utterly gushing at the gusset with total 100% solidarity with all those sat on the edge of their fancy London flat gushin at it....
..... and now their god, him, who wrote it, from Oswestry, has his Desert Island....of only fawns awaiting his stone age bow and arrow
because sorry even if 'well written' indeed superbly written.....
what however did he write: nothing but the worst sometimes funny but generally sick toilet-humour filth ever....
someone should start a 'case' .... conspiracy to send every woman in the world 'dick picks' as i had no idea it was a thing until every other scene has some mad young man sending an ok older woman dick pix....
and thats what the women of the BBC actually enjoy - the facts of their always-nuance and giggles do evidence.... sorry, you can't have it both ways...
Anyway end of polemic (film made yesters one is daft if one thinks ANYone 'cares' about anything - that was my final onion skin layer i needed to tear off and eat in front of you as self flagellation, job done) nobody cares about anything other than themselves and their joining in with uncomunal truly awful projections ....in fact over the line smut....
so if he says "art is mainly about creating tone".... mine is perfect. And at least consistent.
now i am a pacifist or walkawayist, as you almost always can...
And now at last perhaps who knows because what's the reality? a rare example of a European people pleaser (or gibber, or smiley fake) the seemingly perfect and fabulously televisual Alexandra, owner - said she built her charitable refugee centre with her own hands; guru of the charity sector in Brussels - 'empowering' beggar refugees via workshops they could hire for free and 'empowering' themselves via a career in fashion, though i gradually realised infected by spending so much time in London fundraising ...
But you 'invest' about five years believing she was the one true ultimate whitey Malala - in fact Malala and Malala's passionate and brave father in one person....
100% "save the brown women from having to dodge the traffic ..begging or running from those who would cut off their clits so they might not ever know the power of a bit of navel fun.."
So a few years ago when the bravest people ever to have existed the young Iranian women get ranty about their limited fashion choices...
(uwww i rit a poem in 2010 that is more than good its the one good thing i wrote and is about the bravest person ever extant the Egyptian - hmmm thats a coincidence better not say! woman i imagined was being killed for her brave action and even her state goon killer knew as he was putting the bullet in her head through 'The Ring' of his gun he knew he would never meet another female person worth wanting to marry she was so perfect but he would have been shot by his boss, had he not dead parroted her ... .... and even had to successfully defend it in court against a fat journalist who was jealous .. so dobbed me in, accusing me of wanting to shoot her myself! and it didnt come by autotyping it arose in my head one night fully formed ina freezing winter of 10/11 at about minus 15 infact for weeks....... but to find it is a whole day operation!)
LAst time: "Alexandra .. you know the Queen.. you are queen of divine goodness in the third sector all based on empowering young brown women.... GET YOUR [big FAkebook, but not the usual Brit 1000 a modest 500] 'NETWORK' on the streets of Brussels in solidarity ...at least as they are being hung drawn and quartered by those pesky Gasht-e Ershads [another good example of 'morality' even if rather in the inverse, fpor the GWerkians who don't know what an actual hatecrime is] they may just have as their last thought in thios one and only reality we can ever know of.... maybe someone will have put my name on a placard in the streets of Brussels.."
And to my amazement hence i schismed even back then in truth ... ghosted or rather simply blanked by someone in a society which doesnt use that as default setting as soon as something not in their playboook is said or emailed...(Europeans never block you though which is so interesting..)
Anyway (note to self ultyra reminder, not only his awful line about " in evil times like these there ios only love" which is incorrect as theres pretty much exactly the same amount of blood and baddiness today as 20 or 30 years ago.... they (them like him) merely ......project.. thats all they do, project some fake care for the fancy hat passed around for 'donations' or to get a job in the BBC...
which is even more evil as the world was indeed on a trajectory mid 80s to a far more progressive [ good meaning] intl human rights egalitarianism and even greenism.... until my whole generation forgot to grow up beyond being about 25 when we are naturally self obsessed and feel shit iof we are not quite coming up to the program (which i now realise IS what they love - the feeling shit... perpetual masochism in love with their projected fake 'pain' .... ...and REALLY take part.... so as to have kept that positive momentum
Anyway thats of course not scientifically provable, but the amount of wan and strained faced single middle aged people is...
its extraordinary!
Ok one could allow that maybe even 25% are the seemingly compulsory lesbians even if the census said its only 2.5% of either sex...
None of my business but the aloneness is so rediculously stark... i never imagined it could be like this....
and i know who is the guilty party, even if it was PAulo Coehlo way before even Eckhart Tolle revved up his horrid little trafficking operation via his so so subtly prostitutional books such as By The River P... I sat down and wept. (undoubtedly at least 90% female readership, just like Power..and The Salt Path, too - by THEM) . knowing secretly that ".....some far more perfect guru man with sexy South American Inca good looks and far more clever wordiage like 'relationality' instead of muck and soil=veg in nouveau Charlotte Churchspeak , will come and fix my weeping of course so lets weep at the useless gurus around me who i never listened to as i knew there was a fabulously perfect guru up over the other side of the hill so its all their fault these local gurus who tolerated me for years blessme......as long as the traffic isnt too bad ..."
...i mean at least if brave Iranians are crushed to death by bulldozers or hung by cranes in groups they are dying ...kindof, a bit, in real 'community' ... knowing there is some solidarity....
but along came PAulo and then even worse 'MAster' Tolle... and the fates sealed every fate forever ... total loneliness knowing there's a bloke over the other side of the hill who 'listens' like Tolle's imaginary version his imaginary friends probably preach at himtoo while he can never sleep...
But even for the true baddies, like Paulo and Eckhart one must never hurt them... ever.... though for the baddies some kind of punishment' or inconvenience musrt be used to make ones point to everyone else..
perhaps an experiment: kidnap Tolletoo ... tie him up on a chair and set up a video camera as he loves that...lots of nice yogi tea and incense candles -- the 100 quid ones even he's earned them, and smoothees too tghese peeps need their need for the gentlest of baby food fully self individuated........ and play on a big screen at reasonably loud volume, but not torture-painfully loud, endless Eckhart Tolle videos to him for him.... for eternity if necessary as his perfect poise and grace and projectile vomit will of course mean he is going to liove forever...
And lets see or let the world see, just how long he lasts, as a human being....
And what of the so so many human beings he leaves in his wake...i see them everywhere in Doonshire all walking alone.... so much aloneness and i can smell by sixth sense what's been on their bookshelves....
of course displacing it all to " the world is full of so much new evil out THERE...
"
means your real domestic terrorists who have indeed hollowed out so many once humans into hollow shells, the gem of their pearly youthful self long stolen , ghosts even....will walk scott free ... its known as ....well i believe a certain Orangeman is very good at diversionary tactics
even if the number one eejit, Oggle can never ever consistently order a multiple upload of photos - random which way they end up, or down, read from the bottom, up
but i forgot the best line, as i don't stop just write and see what happens, and its NEVER ever going to be anything thats what the rational knowings always feel like, until you just...let go and do it
even without the big line..i shall have to save for later
later ... is all day trying to fix yesterday, here
even if this today is part of it.....
all that 'knowing' how ill and fat and can't really stop the pop you are... can't really be different
which won't be completed until tomorrow guaranteed as a lovely warm wet day long planned to be used being indoors..
(memo item seeing them indoors today on the only totally decent day for several weeks - warming up and dry, knowing its raining for a week from tomorrow.... NOW i get it! .. all sat cross legged in their rich womens shmaniac wellness and generally lying about caring about 'nature' workshop up in the elite village hall in the hills indoors on the ONLY best walking day...... all so utterly butter wouldn't melt in their mouths worthy... sums it all up.
But that's a technical matter of merely 'persisting'; rambling on, outdoors, lots, huffing and puffing, is actually scientifically proven to be very good for your 'wellness' ... but then all that 'networking' over caca is of course necessary to be able to pay for the quite a few expensive motors outside... and trums actually doing wellness things or even better chopping the elderly neighbour's logs when theyre getting on a bit so they maynt be able to do it themselves... which is scientifically from about 80 as a mean ....
Anyway to the point. Though it needs adding ion elegantly to the previous chunk, and illustrating a LOT...
All one ever hears in all of Dooneshire - it was bad enough in Pastyland, but here it's compulsory to have something 'wrong' with you and usually fairly exotic at that...and of course 'mental health' trumps everything as it's their own unique self-actualised plenished adventure and experience that absolutely everyone else is so in tune with, informed via the latest workshops on it, and cares about (until they die of it and then their corpse 10 weeks later nobody bothered to see if a tree fell on their head metaphorically speaking and the smell proves the point..... nobody actually EVER cared one iota or HiggsBoson about your compulsory 'mental health' you never discover until yes you died of it and it's too late ...)
so yes... in short even if it's SO much more three-book interesting, and i don;t care one iota about this whole region, it is merely the key to understanding thirty dull years based in my last one... as there it became gradually 20% ish precious and most irrational people gradually colonising (most from the South originally even if they usually try to lie and lay false trails, especially when much of their Southtime was resident in The Priory.. or working for JPMorgan or Monsanto - the same thing ) irrational as their lives didn't/couldn't work, and they could never admit it, which is actual wellnesswank etc.. and all they ever wanted to say was 'community' but didn't quite have the affront to be so fraudulently brazen when they dont know how one works in REAL life... and that its impossible to get one working pretty much anywhere in YUK especially where they say 'community' a lot.
So, then, i was confused as the minority types are never clear about who they are .... they meekly only allow out an itzty bitzy bit of themselves... i had assumed they were indeed unique, trying to sort of bodily resonate with being in the middle of nowhere surrounded by REAL bigot dinosaurs getting fat watching SKY TV all day only as they don't know how to make Fox work their so beery fat 'n lazy....which is what most of the REAL countryside actually is....
BUt thats just the way its always been... what i care about as i have empathy even if a tad self-interested, is the industrial compulsory moaning that became default over 10 years ago about things wrong with them and also the fact...real fact, that none of the many alcoholics could even begin to regulate never mind accept the only way is to stop for a long time...
many would be sleeping badly.... (especially all the women who came in to sell their zen Goddessery online )
In short the self interest, nobody left ever to talk to about any grown up ordinary serious matters... nobody... ever...
Or then we have the 'injuries' done to them...some unfairness or injustice even if most too YAnkmoronic in the way they can no longer speak to even manage that word... . and NOBODY ever couold ever understand that feeling another did you bad and not turning it around eventually to a comedy or ballet if you are very precious is the way not to be eaten up alive by your seething ....well its not 'hatred' it's something else: just the cultural con: strutting. Unconstructively.
I mean at least the slightly more hardy peeps of The MArches - Clunnish down to Breconish wouldn't go as far as every other word 'vulnerable' - thats a self embarrassment too far ..
Anyway in short for now i didnt understand this minority there seemed no easily perceptable pattern and thus i was uneasy inside - not knowing or understanding is the only thing that needs 'therapy': ferkin well try and find out....why!
Unplanned Mission Accomplished! Being in the SW it's 100% ..(errata 99.9% i know the miracle minority bird..maybe even two) ... all the patterns now fully stacked up in nice little rows as if i have 'OCD' too ..
for now its all about i project
Not speak share or communicate or even her 'connect' they're of course all addicted to saying every third word, nope just i project..it's worse than ferkin Hollywood...I'm almost tempted to set up a storyboarding website under that url...
but i have had my grand finale in the wings some years and it's time, soon
NO feeling no warmth just projection... and the aforementioned wanness - as i know many inside are feeling truly shit its like ghosttownsville...
I wish i really knew their pains i know so many behind their closed doors are genuinely hurting from, except i don't really need to....
cos there's no worse than mine over years (especially if one incorporates TOTAL loss of ONLY 'identity' which shouldnt even be parenthesised as it is just ones BEing... not fake sexual or rather pervy identity for attention, in a land where yes the official paid-for Dominatrices even started to fuck everyone around in the countryside [stories from 2020] pretending to be all airy fairy... when all they have done for years is destroy warmth and decent real good mutual sex which takes real hard work often not their fraudulent whiplashing...and continue ... real identity based on ALL you DO and are for years.... )..and guess what 99% of the time over last decade mojo 97-103%
And never ever ever for one second moan about it....EVER
never ...ever in fact until the great sublime year of sublime2020.com liberation i never really spoke of it
and realised eventually that was good for at least 2% of mojo if one always does... but speaks of it philosophically...
indeed even uses it as fable, for the common fucking good...
nobody would even understand in (from now on just the 'South')
now..i know i am only a 100% standard person as 99% of the rest are also, and all your expensive dire so called mind and wellness therapists have utterly conned you you are 'individual', as any GOOD parent knows ref their kid before all this self self wank came along...almost all kids react the same way eventually to simple persistence with straightforward kindly wise but GROWN UP strategies.... Problem, they may take mountains of time and practice to perfect ... the theatre of it...but it works...and the key don't moan, or phone up Womans Hour to moan live on air, even when you need to, as thats YOU.... not them ...but they can read vibrations...
. so ones personal journey shhouldnt even be monetised never mind spoken of in a way that 99% couldn't adopt, too...
but ... when you know full well standard ways out of a rumpus and know full well the soul of The Southerner is so inured to every other next door neighbour being on BSDM or prozac - same thing really... they have really nasty side effects, well one will have to i guess go FULL emotional blackmail to make the point
soon
but the point is - not finished earlier post piece.... Einstein got is so right as usual with his "the definition of madness..." i have never met so many ill and mentally ill people, all of whom i am sure go to doctors mediation wellness psychotherpist conjobs...all of that...
And even i daren't talk to one of them any more they're so so utterly wounded anything can happen...
so .... trumping time, soon
except it must be entertaining too....
as my one REAL great mature wise and bigbucks artiste new friend says, also " earnestness doesnt work..."
to finish later
as i say so many times the last few years on my walks.... " theres one thing far far harder than Crufts to win.." to all the precious ridiculous Southern dogabusers whom overcontrol and overhumanise their dogs - as many dog trainers say to me too .....
and all those who missuuse the word 'judge'...
there is no harder test of animal husbanding than every single one of these many a time gathered fat Northeners...our friends
this man the famous Richard the ultimate tough Northerner there is no tougher and more prejudiced and biggotted and anti Southern Lasses and campervan driving dad...
held out three years, looking for every conceivable way to judge her inadequate and us bad animal husbanders.... before ...at last giving her both the champion cups 09
How not to be fat (when the jabs don't work), nor booze, and stay wellnessly REALLY 'well', always; and keep your brain ACTUALLY brain rot or fog-free. And all for free, that's the point.
Londoners won't like this as they can't make any money from it, and it puts them out of business - the point being it must be for good. NO return custom.
Compañera is a Spanish feminine noun meaning female companion, partner, comrade, colleague, or friend, translating to words like "mate," "girlfriend," or "fellow" in English, often implying a close relationship or shared endeavor, especially in Latin America where it can denote a female worker or comrade. It's the feminine form of compañero, with shortened forms like compa or compi used affectionately
(which as i said to god who? ehhhh... no in Southy America Bolivia if one wandered the streets in their revolutionary "no es no" time of December 2017 ... on every street corner was a PROPPER pukka Joan Baez lookalike and DOalike, god i nearly died of pleasure and i tested them ! ' ehhh if i sign your petition against the lawbreakers WITH big muvvafucker machine guns pointing at us i want to be in the same cellblock as you so prove to me you have signed it too, with your phone number and lets ring it now to test you arent a liar from Hellstoned who performs being Che Guevara just for instagram or his own t-shirt..." every single rather than the default Southerner 'but' would go further and bear their brests where 'no es no' was scrawled with a razorblade rather than the sickness of The Southerner - and Marches er who of course use razors for other things into their Tube for attention...
ehh right yes so the UK-YAnkification of all the words mean the above definition has been watered down infact as her and i were discussing yesters force fed thalidomide, born with limbs growing out of its nose, and others grafted on to be SUPOSEDLY useful in other places like coming out of their arseholes to make the writer of the definitions look all nice and inclusive when companera means meant ONLY one thing..." bear your brest Joan and i too will use a screwdriver ...[better not write the r*zor word too much or it assumes you want to go terminal dead parrot]....to have full solidarity with you by scrawling on MY chest "please dont say to me no es no.. and then we chest hug so our blood merges all brotherlysisterly...against Big Sister..or Brother" its not "FRIEND" its ally who will go all the way to protect youTOO .. )
and if i use the word compa well it means i don't have to click four times each time one wishes a little squiggle as this Oggle pane is so prejudiced it won't let you type in Spick (the very best European luvvas!..well maybe first equal with Gren [ouille] ) so you have to go to some webpage and select copy paste in the line above just to get one little squiggle...
Anyway.... the questing chrionicle journeyfication (what did she say thistermorn 'relationality' for dig some muck into your veg patch and stuff grows fuck me ...ooops resolution even if Minni Mayors say it to camera, no more 'fuck' ...whip me with a finely harvested bag of willow - all of it! ... the world wide projectioanlity - ooh thats a good new real word, of them townies i didnt undertsnd just how them it is...
until hearing even her the elder project the worst things to project....
And also hearing her..i needed to be subject to that needlpointy torture...
As now it merely becomes about REAL art...
And she was subversive - the real version, testing me, before i even started my ten year standard testing process on her...
what a fabulous find!
BUt its the usual thing with Southerners: they won't "swear on your daughter's life" which is a splendid way of actually having a conversation as ALL conversation ever had down South is not a conversation as the point of one of them is to actually mean maybe one word, except their eponymous 'but' prior to speaking from the performative infant playbook... (i love it actually now I'm used to it - one really can 99% of chats predict the future and every one of them thinks they are self realised 'unique' its laughable how 99% utterly the same and conformist 99% are )
and that essential forst step of any useful compy thing is "what do you WANT..."
" what do you need and what do you want? two quite different and sometimes exclusive things... lets start with the REAL version of the 'want', one...."
then requires ten hours of subtly so as not to get kicked out " no not the performative projection version you have ALL [except 0.1% been trained to always say to only make you LOOK good and get clicks and fake 'friends' and i mean in the street 'community' now ] been brainwashed makes people 'like' you as you are so pathetically needy to be liked even if you will accuse folk of needing genuine alliance to be 'needy' by default as that means youTOO may have to DO what you say.... or have said to make YOU look nice when 99% are selfish sharp elbowed high tories behind their tie dye and hippy cloth bags or whicker baskets....
" how can i make it clear, what you WANT ... late at night insomniac addicted to biscuits and wine
just to pass the time...
what REALLY is what you want....?
i can give examples, such as the ONLY thing i have actually wished wanted desired above all for 20 years no matter what bullshit i have to tolerate getting there is just ONE good role-model /example my lass could encounter even if that has to be in memoirs decades on.... that is indeed
what i want AND need
.... i also KNOW that when i occasionally plot for ease of existence it never works for the best as thats maybe what the faeries whip us with to keep us on our toes...
comfort is a disaster ...as is thinking things can be fixed
it seems to work against the visceral raw persistent-energy of real life
i swear on my daughters life that is a true statement or two"
they usually look at you as if that means you actually wish to kill a child and the 'equation' is the more tie dye or time they have spent in Glastonbury the more certain their look is, that they are right...about you
Anyway as we enter the week when more of you reading this will be so blue you may become Dead Parrots by your own plastic bag collection
do read on this weekend is the only way you can survive ...
Me ive never been so consistently always cheery no matter what
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..."
(the mountains in hands song)
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
Nobody says " and a quiet night at Gwerk / Hellstone lastereve due to the suspension of the frequent nighttime war gaming in great big fat choppers just to remind the plebs below that FAkebook 'activism' is not activism, merely a game of solitaire to atract attention .... indeed is nothing....compared to the truly brave ones over in Iran who put their money where their mouth is, before their mouth gets gouged out down in some smelly dungeon, for the pleasure of some dinosaur Ayatollah ... who doesn't want anyone to talk about the fact that all his brethren are so fancy-sofa addicted they will come up with any old fatwa or longterm moaning about supposed oppression when in fact Ramallah has far far more cash chucked at it than even supposedly wealthy Horrorford as can be seen in the problematical film The Mayor... " in fact nobody will say that last bit as they have brainwashed their seeing faculties quite out of their mind, and nobody noticed...
And my beloved half-blood, ONLY exists due to a Palestinian woman.... infact she was a half blood too....
And no silly Green who can't accept a fairly conclusive Supreme Court ruling as their toys are rainbow coloured and nobody taught them it's not good to waste plastic or even risk hurting it's touchy feelingsness, by getting all prammy ...[ chuckin' em out of it - usually a 750 quid model which of course they dont mention as requiring a LOT of time on the hamster wheel selling rubbish to pothers so as to afford it].
Anyway the above is hard, as I am 100% or at least 93% communitarian as I knew by lived experience that not being so - i.e. being Ayn Randist even if nobody who is - the majority, have even watched her interesting interview where her obviously weird childhood drips drip drip ... into the lap of her quite tolerant interviewer
or read ALL her books... as i have, indeed Atlas twice .. a magnificently forward thinking and deeply moving story..board
Basically as she was too up herself to read Bovary and realise those pesky Europeans often are quite wise about human nature...
(GOD AT LAST!!! lastereve for the first time ever i heard a pundit say " maybe now theyll realise with Putin barking at one fence - even if rather a long way away, and likely he couldnt afford the fuel bill to get his cannon fodder to the Western one, a mad yank barking at the yonder Western fence ... ' the EU is the greatest ever successful peace-ensuring, treaty ever.'.. or at least ish...."
Anyway moan moan " a five feet tree is blocking the road..." and even worse moan moan every #vanlife crybaby in the land seems to have decided to make videos of them with a bit of ice inside their windscreen ... even those - i.e. ALL of them,., who can afford to run their engine for half an hour every hour and melt said inside ICE ...rather quickly ... because they are sponsored by some utterly unnecesary product placer or their moronic viewers pay into their 'coffee' fund...
which is exactly why they have NOTHING philosophical or deep and wise ever to say....
infact my best winter for the last 5 years have been the two when it was so cold for weeks - day in and out minus 10 ... with No products no heating the same simple coats as usual... and one can wear two as 'layers' in bed if necessary...
and then when you have five degrees thistermorn and looks like ten again by nexterweek frig you feel like you are having a free bholiday in the tropics...
in pother words these retarded cry babies cant even think philosophically and just copy chummy sounding lines from each other
problem is this is how your young adults are being educated... by nothing, but candy floss...
what's interesting is even my enjoyed battle-axe encounters who entirely agree with me never really follow through on ideas of joining up to attempt some useful...content
so that must mean they hate their kids, too....
but then one knew that three decades ago is a European rover.... its so evident how distant thne YUKish are from their kids....
why so many are going to chop bits off themselves or maybe even you comer Donroe's maybe rev... via his proxies
Especially if hetoo works out that Labour are fairly fucked unless they can get the balls to attempt a BRRRETURN
Poor Claudia can't ever understand what it really means...
(i shall come back to, another day, soon..)
an exactly 5 minutes never aforethoughtabout shit poem...
meanwhile, as always, the anticipation is ten times worse than the jolly good saving-a-fiver free wintertime shower...as long as it's getting towards sevenish degrees not to be all American about numbers; anything over about five really is ok... and anyway just think of all them 'wild swimmers' who especially like to strut around flouncing their wild swimmery equipment midwinter even if it may well be a 'rush' to have saved a fiver and as usual reminded onesself of the ole Black Swan disease that what one knows one will feel after being innit is never what one does feel....
nevertheless there is nothing more symbolic than grown (almost exclusively) women prancin around at dawn or whenever telling each other they are superwoman as they alone know the key to eternal life and 'energy' by going in a dip in cold water all winter noless when theyve stolen loadsa public money one way or other ( the third sector audio 5 or 6 weeks ago) or perraps offload unused carcenogenic* Roundup - pro no-less, which gives the cute little carcos even more of a bang for their ripped off buck.... into the (also plastic filled) river of The Cot.... so as to be able to get some benefit from being trustee of them Nutzis that will never show up on anyone's tax return....
.. rather than actually DO something with all their newfound cold dunk superhero energy, such as actually try and keep their waters clean for the cute little Axos....
i love that picture shame the one for who's benefit it was written is even more stark
and raving bonkers
despite being the only other artist in the whole pestilent Footjob who attempts some actually provocative make-em-think art...
And the weird thing is fool me i had some innate trust of her to indeed follow through, so didnt bother taking a picture of her rather groovy female figures, displayed in St Ive-lots-of-dodgy-mates-with-violent-exLondon-pasts-so-pay-a-'tax'-to-us--if-you-want-to-even-be-a-cleaning-lady-here (sic. i was reliably told) .... with really rather fierce looking dogs heads protruding from the fanny region...
well i think it was abstract art....or maybe a bit of still life portraiture modelled with photo-propriety and the Spitting Imagery... on the models down Gweek way...
Anyway theres me thinking it will be tough rinsing in the rain with buckets of clean riverwater aside such that i don't really add to the system .... and then i realised...
there was never any point; even here there is so much yuckstuff flowing down ....
free substack lifesaving audio
Don't listen Messrs (team) DonRoe..I, alone, know your endgame .. Unlike the pretty little shamaniacs i CAN see the likely future.... (Run! if British - made before UK assisted in the pirating!)
ERRATA don't ..run. (see below) many more episodes missed out from the last year putting up here soon but it will be sooner if you weren't so mean and paid for a 'coffee' or summit
yes for god’s sake stay put as UK becomes the 51st state not because of any wish for your future sanity but for mine…. 10 years chronicling the utter claptrap that comes out of every single British mouth if Europe is even vaguely referred to or just ,may be …
But i can't have this, just as purely an aside the dirt needs to be propper dished on Pastytshire - a place of the worst ...well nearly, gibbers; where HE lorded around - larded really but he could as they say 'carry' the weight, for years parasitising the shitpipes before coming up to my lasterregion in 2020 and parasitising just about everyone with his (ok soon, the sexiest man ever) Roy Ayres swagger...
and such bad taste in musac with his so called happening dirty young nihilistic men ... from the 'street' when if one were to be landlopeing with him down a civilised country lane hand in hand all smiley and a twinset of matching Che t-shirts, in a civilised country of poetical solidarity, such as her muvva one, he would be there making lewd comments about what he would do with her ok sunglasses...
Anyway ... the amount of speechifying in a place they couldnt run away - generally their now more famous Path due to a certain COUPLE who are ten times more comedic than any Orangeman as at least one knows where one is with obvious to-be-PITIED borderline...pers dis....
so often " ehh look i'm allowed to say this as we were aware when i was about 15 ofr bluehairs coming in.... and monetising fake pityfulness as in we're so so poor in Wales we can only afford the economy lines - tattoos .... even if fourty odd years ago almost everyone knew how ugly they were and ionly fat morons had them... and by second sight we knew that there's bound to be some serious poisoning as side effect to being so thick ... as we now here is the case in the lymph nodes...so yes aAles was the true expert at playing vulnerable little beggar via the PR of the bluehaired invaders .... too fat to get a job as a cleanin' lady lots of em.... when all the English incame realised they could get clicks and other lanyard paraphernalia by lying that there's some aboriginal 'culture' other than loadsa beer wifebeatin and the worst tv in history... and pretending Arthur really was a 'thing' rather than a cartoon...for tourists.... and Pastyshire just copied them and not even as expert.... my REAl chronicles are interviewing born n breds 70 years ago who all say life was just fine and nothing to pity.... so yes all this made up self pity to emotionally blackmail Whitehhall into paying for so many libraries they dont know how to use other than to moan about their vulnerabilities and having so so much less than everyone else top of their voices... in the land that officially has the highest oler capita car ownership in the land and fair dinkum [the usual immediate next lurch towards a sane person by the insane weanting immediately to side with their imaginary vulnerable friend, the whole county of drunks junkies and wage thieves, 'NO ... dont try that cheap trick in fact they have much much better busses by far than say rural Horrorfordshire of Powys... ']...."
but i run ahead.
Back 36 hrs of course all the Londoners and insomniacs and endlessly ill people- all i ever hear illness... and the wan ... well they should sue as every time i turn on the wireless for 36 hrs we now have anew range of neurotic towny ... well what are they other than DEMANDS!
" today we have an unprecedented multi extreme-weathartion discombobulation... a rare 'moment' when multi not just one, multi risk-threats to life in extremis have juxtaposed into something never before.."
which is the latest for a bit of snow maybe on higher ground and a bit of heavyish rain at times and a few gusty bits too....
as usual ALWAYS exaggerated by at least 50% indeed these last extremely benign 36 hrs werent wet enough ( as i had planned a longer time with splendid rainy 'cover') and no snow as any 3 year old could have figured from the charts....
But now we have RED ALERT and at last they get a chance to blast the ears of PAstyshire with a mobile phone emergency Trumpian thing ....
Likely to do far more harm than good as i have never known in my whole life even driving in Italy a county of such analy interested sad little children they have nothing else to do with their pastyfed nobrains other than to always drive RIGHT up your bum in a county with very few passing places
And one glance away from the concentration needed to not actually do what their sad little anti-intellects want subconsciously to nose right up it...
when they glance at what the fucks that siren in my pants
may well result in many a pile up...
But all i care about is my chronicles and even if i have zero interest in ANY part of the SW ...as a whole county of fake pity munchers or self pitying frauds is a fun little extra to ten otherwise far more real grown up adversaries
the last thing i want is for them to have some kind of genuine reason to have the whole of the nation pitying them for the badly built lazily reroofed fishermens huts becoming all roofless in a slight gale....
(ohh yes before they are all blown away the amount of tonnage of plastic those wee little heroic twee fishermen especially Priests Cove the ultra Home Counties getaway ...leave around coves for deacades as one can tell by the level of rotting.... all waiting lazily and no tourist ever dares say "havent you heard of the 1% of even an Abbo's brain, other side of ther world, now microplastics...i wonder where they originate.? hint hint" nope all they do is take pictures of the lovely artiness in the acedia everywhere not noticing the acedia
well i did do as my bookshop was called Acedia near 30 years ago....
There's nothing new in this land
Anyway where was i.... ?
In my own sweet smelling world - especially today, soon
inabit
(and she said " if it did blow away i wouldnt mind ..i would have centredness enough to accept it in my stride.." one of the many wise reasons for being lured here to the death ....of ALL but one good communicant.. good i near forgot!
yes now spoiler alert well not really....
as the final credits roll we are informed Mr and Mrs Ridd picked the wrong side longerterm.... being some king or other came along some decades on and overthrew the king or other he had been coerced into pretending to favour....
... but what do we know.... them Doones.... well obviously they, then ...were the baddies...morality is a very very simple matter even if in Gweek its not cool to allow anyone to use the word without screamin' at him he's a pathetic simpleton Yeoman... well at least i'm a MAN....
(the Green Party one heard today in crucial Scottish gerrymandering still dont believe even in the Supreme Court finding on that rather fundamental subject... bingo full house i am always right... nearly)
morality: Lorna was pretending interest at first... and then grew up and was a tad circumspect - like rather inquisitional, about his 'real' feelings, as was her right... and then fell in love... but the blokes back home wanted to keep her back home only for their own devious doings...i call that immoral is there any other word?
Anyway now not very spoilery but The Doones obviously are the baddies so in the enn fine Ridd boots em off out of his patch...
pacifistically which means as few as possible were bumped off out of his patch
It only just occurred to me what really...happened...
now any sane person knew that the fraud of Transition Town was a fraud a decade ago (full essay soon) .. but far more important that 'woke' is THE reason you have a boisterous Bannon Trump Nige all of em....
Even Agent Z ex of the most 'woke' universities in The Land said that rolling back against woke free speech supression etc is why she would vote Orange if in Orangeland and i was amazed... and had no opinion myself as i was on the side of even the obviously mad babe...
as it is time they had any old babe maybe that just may have allayed the 'woke' just a tad...?
But yes the performative projectile oversensitivity / fragility /vulnerability and caring about diversity which none of them are in real life as a sane person knew a decade ago as they are lethal...
All Southerners are only of sharp elbows thats the nature of things in a cramped place where posh bling or posh detox packs are all they care about deep down....so they get sharp wokey elbows ...
it was only ever a natural competitive battle for limited resources in a land which is bankrupt due each problem family costing millions.sometimes per years (for the reasons simonclayton2020.com was a leader in attempting to inform you but you werre always too thick and selfish to care so be it ergo.... the gravy train steals millions from you per child and thats sometimes even weekly or at least monthly)
but woke - gave you all your 'populists', especially their electoral small change the last few years ....so your time has come....
none of my business i knew exactly where the line was 30 years ago 40 really
Anyway so The Source is fascinating and truly helpful in understanding the 100% chimera that the more 'wholesome' seeming English middle class is..
But calling them Sourceresses or even Mister Sauce and his 75 grand master-of-the-universe gunmetal SUV bought wityh buddhist style mediation therapy down Totty way and making sure his victims darent speak out, too, about how truly dire his cult of bad personality guruing is as it never even protected him from a bit of a wobble when a bit of a bug came along...as he is so clever and keeps them thinking he may just have another next level of guru wisdom to sell as long as mummy will cash in a few more L'Oreals...
Anyway it requires explaining....and i like a simplest life especially when there is simply no shared lexicon any more as it is until i re3mind them " Reggie knew it all even then ...76.." they always agree and some even say " you speak so much more like a wiseish Jesus-like figure who cares to 'connect' PROPPER with all of us.... than anyone else [even a high religious babe on xmas eve using her socket, said just that as did her bodlang] .."
Anyway... knowing what i didn't know just how viscious and utyterly even more Gweek than Gweek (officialy " it is full of HATE" the only best mind i have met for years said..oops errata the Moldovan 6 mths ago was her equal i cannot lie) .The Source region is too much of a mouthful even if it did give you ....the next ww3 alert ...
all as fake as almost all 'woke' merely self interest mixed with the worst Lord Of The Fliesiness ever... pretending they can read when all they can digest is funsize bits of Eckheart and fatty Mcg...
Anyway yes what The Source really is....is not LornaDooneshire as she was pure and perfect and i am not a cunic and i know she still exists out there somewhere...
I was wrong its merely\.... Dooneshire...!! rahh rahh - history's most clear cut baddies!"
They came back and yes did overwhelm and pretty much every one here nowadays is exactly one of...them..
as... (genuine sadness) .. their streams and rivers do ..prove
