Tuesday, 12 April 2016

now, "pin".....

I mean you "go ten" and in fact they steal the internal volume control..... and even if Oggle had gone App or just got the spellcheck to work after a decade and could spell "pin the above post to the top" and you could rely on it still being there all by its lonesome when some fuckin bot [as usual promoted....and to all feminsts I would go on a sex strike!: basically meaning don't allow any beddable 25ish cutsey American babe to go on the wireless going on about in her cute voice that everyone wants to fuck really....  and the French can now only dream.....
that the Botts she is paid to prostitute herselkf promoting as it would be far more rational to have a bloke about 50 who may actually be able to explain that actually if you have to understand the alogorithms so as to give controlability well.... there wont be enough time when Jeremy's dream that there will be enough regulators and prosecutors and lizards to ever get a picture of whats going on behind the layer of semi legits out in Barbados that deals with the slightly less legits over in China and the Bactarian camel train reinstated to lug the cash over the wastes to nearest Ruskiebank... blah blah ....
Now being an intellectual and never ever prejudice..... how Apt..... sick to death of failed local mayors who ran away crying and all the rest of the pseuds haraguing their stickbrokers for a dividend so they can pay for the local yoga festivallllll.... oops that wasnt meant to be, was meant to be .. gosh how many so erudite sounding varieties...almost as complex as the world of financialisation the poor dead bitch would never have known she let the paradox box lid fall off of of.....
Yes prejudice.....  only one woman is sadly the great intelectual of her age group.... seventeen.... even if she's out grown that by now and I hope for her sake she isn't soo blushy when she sees a chap she fancoes.....which frankly of course is metaphor for the whole fucking body dismorphic shooting match called Brownistan.....
which I have never understood I mean .... second most attractive 17 year old on the planet.......
Anyway being a non prejudiced non~fascist lite....I mean the problem with the left...the ones who will be around the Glasto bongos being snide about Nige when in fact they should be home, voting..... they would never look to the right for clues.....
 Just so happens.....
In fact I will do your homework for you and in fact there you go....just as every women ever fallen in "luv" with whatever madness that is (me and co~babe know that there is only one key...purpose) ....
Not even a bot full of LSD could predict the madness of the human soul and how it just doesnt work when anything is predictable......and every quite nice woman Ive known.. the ones you can just about tollerate....
would have been absolutely bottom of the list had any alogorithm ever been in charge...
Which would have also said to me oi dont even think about reading Mister Black's book as he is a fascist~ right.... no maybe empathetic "fascist~lite" for him....
Anyway moral of the story where there is none is indeed ....war (silly Now Show going so awfully backwards and puerile even having Americans as guests ....)
Moral is, Poor Conrad rubbed someone up the wrong way (which is the moral actually it all still only works on peeps) ....  the very well written account, and because Tories at least dont snivel about themselves, well..... five years... at one time a dozen charges... goes down maybe to a handful and maybe even less by the appeal etc which of course is a million quid in lawyer fees too.....
But there is a moral..... simply, ununderstandable.... and the financialisers haven't even started yet.....

So every smug little BBC git is now calling for one solution or other, well.....you cant dissolve away in some convenient solution of banned absinthe...a whole system...... which mixes and merges and disolves in imperceivable murk of the witches broth what the English .... more than any peeps ... lust for and are world~genius at pretending they don't ...lust for.....
A whole system and class and then the next class down desperate to suck up to that class above who do have the name of the shady fixer you can trust.....just in case the day you need to hide half your cash from the warring wife ....

And the poor earnest little ones ..... brainwashed for decades now that they MUST be entitled to know what the Euro will be worth the 24th June and other Junes to come...or if their drunk texts in Ibithawill be once  again a quid a pop when Pavel's got em forever for free ....
That without this infoirmation they are being victimised.....
when no one's even got any actual idea if Einstein may as well have been bottle fed LSD himself for the amount of reality in E = whatever the hell may be one day..squared....

Anyway .. the only conceivable way of "changing"  a whole culture of peeps stuff when almost every "protest / special interest group" for years especially sexy young graduates preaching how good their eco project is when the science is that they almost all fail and never even began to work.....
 Is to cause that which people think they desire, i.e. need..... to change.

And there has only ever been one way to do that......

agghhhh.... gotta go so  pin to the top .... but i trust no one so will do it myself later  .....




Indeed the doctors, the smarm... every smarmy middle class consultant rushing out for the radio interview "oh just back from cleaning up the blood and saving lives rush rush Florence N..." ...  99% support the greedy cunts....
Well if i knew any young people with a brain i would get them to counter~picket
oi..... whats wrong with demanding safer hours...for us... its called about 37 a week.... a normal wage....  ehh a normal contract called working for the same joint most of the year like everyone else rather than fucking around Florencing from one spot to the next at twice the pay and ....but then no one is going to argue with them as they know that they have the one truth... that say for instance prozac......works
Well, i can read science.....
And as for well what about the queues if they cut it back to ordinary job levels.... ehh well I'm sure the hippocratic oath has a clause innnit which says oi got a cold or flu well fuck off and dont spread it never mind that weve known 30 years antiibiotics only as almost last resort and sugar is indeed a poison.....
















And as for... the Beebeecee.....

There should be a spoiler/ fucking help line announcement with every episode from now on:

If you are suffering from any of the issue raised, that for two years you have been hoping that the natural obvious conclusion that all men are going to do a full on family assassination for sure especially when it comes to putting little Henry out of the misery he has caused us all for too long.... like the about one every few years manages to get right a bit  blowing~them~up~wise  even if in reality just as many women do it en~masse in real life ...and you...you, we speak just to you the potential assassin en~famille, ..... feel victimised and vulnerable that your whole guaranteed plotline with you starring role and big finale.....has been stolen from you at the last minute by some footstampy woman who must get all the limelight....and all the helplines.......
...... and never knew that you pack your bag not where its bound to be discovered by the chap of le~system bound to be anyway a bit angsty his last backpocket bung stressin im out a bit.....  and if yer gonna go, leave, mange without his...cash......mean it and do it so you dont get stopped.........

we are here.....and know why

Now, if I [innix] were Jezza......

Whom, (i is the m at the end? like the old new Muse today.... so old and mouldy she must apologise for drinking her coffee with me in conspirators corner yestermorn "sorry two hands" all those old confusing conventions, the key is never ever to take any two seriously} like every journalist except Seyomre Hershey barsleax......  and every pundit, simply does not understand the culture..... cos thats what it always was and folx like me.... the odd sensitive one even if tough as old boots and taking the valley girls up to the high hills for an afternoon hidden away in the bracken with all that sunshone and drafts in all the right leaky places......  was literally made morally decompassed into turpitude so hazardous that it drove one to the wall...... daddy and his vault of cash, and all his so jolly good chap mates from the hunt and Bar..... the kind who would stick others behind them and joke about it over port and digestives at tea........
But that pile of untaxable cash...hurts..... if your real friends dads really have no options other than to pay for the nasty doctors who do have a choice not to be locum and livving it up on the never any need to take responsibility .... and the lack of continuity THEY facilitate by dint of not complaining at their mates not actually doing what say the teachers have to do whicj is sign a fuckin contract and go to work at the same place day in and out for at least a few years...... which if you ask me, being as most slightly more serious illness like a jolly good dose of the ague....does indeed require some continuity... Doctor X actually yes indeed calling his mate to discuss maybe the foreskin issue is connected and which curious little bug may indeed have that in iyts bag of tricks... and then never fickin getting back to you as he's decided to be in The caymans for three weeks ...cos he can... cos he has no responisibilities to countinuate.....
And being he never went on strike at the way all his mates lust after locum cash at double the rate...... and that contnuity is officially the way you dont get iller......
well i call that in breach of the oath..... even more important than the in sickness and in health.... even if I have to nurse your cancerous scrofulous rotting body through the last year .....

Now if I were Jezza, unfortunately not yet too smart indeed...... I would understand that, well, ehhh..... there are a fair few "nottinesses" if you think about it which no one can manage any more in your society where even the fundamental scientifically proven facts of life, one being if you sleep 8 hrs rather than even 6 1/2... you actually can think....  I would whistfully throw a few little hardballs into the mix of the kind I know about ... except yes it will need great rhetoric ~ of the sitting there with your Wilsonian pipe and piping down a bit and thinking about what's really the truth .....  and it hasn't changed much for several hundred years.....
But back to the nottiness, that what not..... and almost always no clever little journo can even begin to Voltaire his way through the poetry of total denial of what a whole class....no, no "elite" ...a whole class..... may be up to but the simpler nottiness for the simple folk ~ i.e. y'all.....
Now if like me you enjoy some study of what the culture/ zeitgeist ....reality of that society which became fucking latte for coffee with milk please matey.......   and indeed of course there is no look that matey in the eye any more as of course you have to pay the trendy way by the silly bit of technology which so often doesnt work meaning everyone gets stressed in the lengthening queue behind the third time maybe lucky paying by smartie when a quid in youyr pocket never breaks cos it doesnt involve some poor neurotic kid and a machine they couldn't even care if it works properly even if its their job....
The nottiness, prey hark..... now for several years of the banks getting themselves back on the saddle this time for every new Mirror smashed by Alice headbutting it as she is tripped running for the cashpoint to grab her last few quid out just in case that one defaults on their swapping the initials in CDS for a Nunn.....  it is so interesting, well it isn't really, its just that mister Marx... no not some dreadful nasty drug peddlar who deserved every moment in stern....
Karl just didn't quite predict how every Stern Bear or Bank~o'Fuel or office of HMRC.... would have such a perfectly preened and on~message PR dept ready to roll out the same spokesman every time (it is as the script is word perfect. I must have heard several hundred times....) ... " ehh long gone are the days of us daily accepting the queue of patent leather luggage up the Gibraltar escalater ...stuffed with cash be it ... drugs...or far bigger bungs, say on the sale of Dwr Cymru...... " ....
Now, ehhh....... funny that, I mean I gave up wireless almost entirely this midwinter as the instances of...well put it this way ... I calculate that even when it comes to matters of psychology./ mindfulness/ the soul/ banking/ economics/ but more important psychology and stuff like being happy and at peace in the mind no matter what hospital the fucking world~pigs bomb ....but especially psychology and stuff on headstuff...... I recckon the invasion is near complete and radio 4 have 2/3 yankee PR babes usually from some lesser University bragging about their rubbish thesis which redefines what we know of How To Live......  asll so contrived and controlled......and American..... well funny that ehh every mental health stat ever even now we hear the kids of "voices" one may hear in the head at times of stress if they are American they say kill whoever doesnt matter ... if from agrarian cultures just say that cup of coffee you just made wasnt very nice, try again and do it better next time......

.. one hasn't   heard that say even if it's only ever Europe that matters as they are mature.... and could produce Thomas Bernahrd who managed to assassinate his decadent and effete family without actually involving any hardware....  
so well....
even if no UK library bothers finding out who to stock.....who may actually genuinely provide real grown up mindfulness....and an explanation as even the underclass if they live through all the various baptisms of fire
and being beaten up by prison guards when they are young "vulnerable" disturbed young people....  the point being who cares if all of America poisons itself with drugs and meds.....


Yes, one hasn't heard, even if we do include America..... "ehhh..... all those bags of cash.." that every PR for every bank now as first scripted line laughs off as "of the past....." ... one hasn't heard of there no longer being a burgeoning drug trade .....
And if the coy reader guffawing at Jezza being fined a 100 quid ... hasn't yet figured that the same fabulously organised and widespread networks of cash washers that may have raised their game in cohorts with the PRs ... which are so rediculously in the whole fabric...from rural Cheshire to Welsh hilltop hideways.....
And that the whole culture has built in a fail safe being not only need to know... indeed, yes years of grooming.....  those, the ones maybe who like Jonothan who do it as a sideline their little branch of Schwab in their garden shed..... with HIS fixers downstream of the swimming pool overflow... that his is important, his fixers..... who maybe he was in the army with killing other humans..... well they not only have a bond of past shared madnesses but also .... the way it works is little Mister fixer without his formal pension plan, day 1 even if the words are never said..... knows full well that his "pension".. perhaps in the form of the villa around the back of the development that didnt sell at top whack as the top whackers only wanted full frontal sunshine.... comes only if he is a veryu very good boy for all those years... never tells any tales ever......
And unlike other big boy crimes ~ of the nature half a dozen feds may be fulltime on for years.....  there is simply no threat of any more than a couple of years in Stern even if you rigged singlehandedly the whole of Libor....with which to ever turn anyone.....

Now, because if poor journalism..... especially in places like corrupt little fuckhead who now is in charge of all the cash, Rusbridger..... which pretend to care about the canyons between the 3 million quid high rise offshore (ehh Saudi ha sits "offshores" too, i..e. UK)  cash cows in what used to be slums of London  whilst surviving almost entirely on advertising for associated expensive trappings of the mad Affluence riven petit bourgeoisie.....   no one ever manages to even think they could join the dots...like ehh 20 years ago when the pattern became obvious to even thickos like me.....
Or of course suggest that "well ehhh..... problem is, well that's the thing there is no 'problem' per se.....  I mean if half the ORDINARY people in many, say, Cheshire villages..... at one point in their lives or other, may offload a bit of cash over the village green to the fella they say you can trust as he's been 'helping out' the richer locals for years get a few more percent than the banks may when The French Whore finally does hang up her smelly knickers and retire .... and everyone knows him anyway, and he drives a nice clean expensive car so he must be ok..... and anyway, well the cash may not be quite legal anyway so if it gets lost enroute ...well.....
And no one will ever be the wiser whether or not money goes to Barbuda via Frank De Lisles drug planes cos Frank has been best mates with the governor of the larger Island all his life.....  and anyway De Lisle was the most violent nasty looking bastard ever so you wouldn't want to ask....any questions.....
Or out the back door of a lorry return journey to Russia ... they know that theres only one future game in town really being suck up to Westerners and dont steal their laundry money too often as there is enough to keep every Babushka in China busy with at 10% for decades .....
or there is the private plane which could be purchased here... never even traceable in reality by the time it is flown down to Zimbabwe and sold to a Mugabe at twice the going rate ....
or as in the case of the President no less of Namibia paying for his 26 times the going rate...as the UN huffed and puffed about later him profligate with their support..cash... all true cos I actually at one point had the logbook for said rusty old DC10 in my back pocket as proxy owner..... hidden "beneficiary".....in a chain of probably 10 or more of us as many countries as there to hop over if it didnt break between here and down there... any old tart or even young tart will do nearly anything if some nice groomer flatters the ego enough with such an intriguing bit of business....


Anyway thats an essay for another day that went into newgiz a week ago ....

which includes....hmmmm..... what else is in my onboard quantum memory game, cos i never write anything down especially not this winter~gone (surely the proof is awaking after that dream..... tonight....last night.... sweating ...just a bit hell that hasnt happened for six years..... warm, post carnal.... "gosh I havent seen you so so long....no, cross out seen, smelt...."  )
so how doe sit go....: you, mister quite good gonzo journo 666 i checked into immediately.... but you, no you are wrong and quantum right too...it is the 'biggest story ever, biggest scandal..' but at the same time the most un~story ever ...and in fact the story is YOU  [true] the story is that you would call it the biggest story when it is a non story..... system, culture.... when sooner or later [and thats the big big bit that the even ten year contract same silly juvenile hedgehog nest journalist cannot get...once you have been accepted as maybe in the club~club maybe even fucking the pigs head at 17..... well, maybe you will be above board the first three...even four decades.... but sooner or later, lifetime~scale... the kind of scale that unless the real enemy was ascertained and banned from free speech or at least not on European radios thank you very much.... may be that required to wheedle out every fucking yank that sits there petting the poor ill animal and smiling yet the following day describes her neurotic pain..her pain... pain is of the person ... I mean take me i hardly feel the surgeons knife cutting out the odd cyst indeed laugh at the blood spurting.... at the 'smell' of the poor little thing so bad she has to strip off and fumigate her whole fucking expensively refurbished house.....
who comes and fucking buys our houses with her CDS rotten loan cash..... preventing a local ordinary youngster having one....
..Sooner or later, being of the "club" ... having ascertained that a few decades no one told any tales on the grey investment.....  then maybe the older man or even (i mean funniest moment ever the ultra~tart lifestyle cash goddess who I am sure has been on mindfulness monetisation courses too... using her sex to attract clientele.....
 using her sex to attract clientele
using her sex to attract clientele
using her sex to attract clientele
using her sex to attract clientele
[ad inf, one has to repeat it as the knife was kindish in that the scars are well hidden and the veneer of beautiful people=beautiful soul at £99 a premium rate call .... hides her angry avirice at the "you mean to say you will take maybe [they never state on first hook, just like the government with their 'you may be charged 40p a minute for 3 hours just to phone up to get your sick pay...' ...... ] 25% to arrange a local druggie, trusted as hes lived there years and has simply nothing to gain ever telling tales and the stick is far far too expensive being as it would take 5 feds full time a year just to work out what charges he may be liable for........ to arrange someone else to pretend to own my dodgy million scammed.....'.... how beautiful! for once the BBC was right..... or is it misogynist to show that ...ehhh... wimmin  really dont like it when they've been caught with a leak in their gusset..... especially when their whole livelihood has been for some years their public image as way way above all the rest of everyone elevated to some new plane .... and selling their brand of piss to others just as svelte and beautiful.....?
Who cares if its mysoginist to pick on her...it sure was funny.

Anyway, yes... ehh the story.....
no the important bit, so George the not too rich one runs away with the millionairess mindfulness coach or was it 'lifecoach' ..... and a few years down the line discovers she is a thieving non taxpaying witch who in fact isnt a millionaire any more cos the crackhead this time did run away with the share certificates...bearer bonds..... lovely handwritten as good as cash.....
so George, well, has an expensive divorce to pay for just getting half his clothes back from her ...laundered...always.....
"now George, we all know in that other life you had....you had to be seen to be ethical and above the dogy stuff that 99% of the at least 33% ... consider almost routine even if the perfect opera of it all is that of course they never talk of it...I mean if thickhead mafioso can manage things like largely not getting arrested for real crimes like mountains of drugs and corpses..... well i am quite sure that the well educated can do a far better job and almost as if indeed there are two species, two completely separate architecturally speaking  forms, one carbon one silicone based.......
hahh hahh that was good!
.....  those whom are given Fred the fences number on speeddial the other side of the Cheshire Green......
And those of us whom once drove a lovely old campervan.....
(in my own case weird, never ever a victim, of anyone, as I got mine for the purposes of efficiency.....  you roam farther between gigs pretending you were just an itzy witzy bit one of them when..... never..... and fuck that confused a few of em...and get home quicker if you can rest en route so you arent a danger to any other human as ...Ive never met one worth killing.....unfortunately.....only a mountain who indeed at the final analysis, one just pities.... )


Anyway gosh we gave missed a few bits but what was the big standback and overview it all......  indeed,  oh yes...... only an intellectual knew immediately...... and intelectual is just not ever getting caught in any hype or boastful claiming anything.....sit back, gaze into the fire ....roll your rolly...
silly silly billies.....
They..... not only are not an office of 'lawyers' they are just a huge conglomerate of bureaucrats pushing one paper or other and the main thinking and lawyering is in fact done in London and Notting Hill Costa coffe.... anyone can but a book on some of the tax code which is code for the rules became so complex that as the Justice* said some couple of years ago the whole lots gotta be torn up and shat on.....
[*boss~justice... him by name will be thine Judge too....]
Thousands...indeed probably nearer hundreds of thousands in any year..... young bucks, passing through London or Bristol...yes lets pick on Bristol where the worst smug New Age fuckers of all plot their 400 quid a week yoga retreats in The Marches......
... MBAs... BBCs...... Harvard jocks.... strap on pricks.....
All working the game... the big one.... the angle..... how to so layer the cake and complicate the whole things so absurdly that even they forget occasionally to change the computer password.... but what the hell ... THATS THE POINT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The evil empire whats its name i like to use my memory.......
Fonsekker..... what the fucker......
EXISTS....to have been compromised.... for the whole thing to be STILL hid.......it was created precisely to have been spied upon and pissed out the torn gusset ..... a few of the outer layers maybe peeled away......
a sacrificial tart or two .....
But when half the word's assets sooner or later and maybe its in seventy years when George finally gives in and decides to flog the spare villa fell in his lap and needs a druggie to put the asset transfer nominally in and he knows its completely naughty but what the fuck no one would care now......furthermore ...
And anyway his bank manager knew this day would come, why the bridging loan to his lawyers hunting around for a few crumbs she may have left unpissed out of her angry gusset...... so have always given him such low rates on the interest..... cos 70 years ago they went to the same 7% school....
up harrow Hill*....[* literary allusion you simply have no idea how apt..... only one will ever know.... from harrow up the Hill indeed to the underground kissing cave.... him and his Lady...at least I managed to fill that dot in and fuck what an achievement! ]

Anyway........
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Now if one were to sum up such a tedious life in one sentence to some young !intellectual!....challenge her.... love is just that!
...  Thirty years ago.... many if not most of those lucky enough to have the confidence to be the thinkers.... cos anyone can do it just takes a good teacher who tells you certainly never believe you are a spastic unless there is really very good proof usually dribbling is a good one otherwise even the lowliest crims... have their own innate unique intelligence... perraps like ehh never getting caught laundering the odd ton of Boris' backpocket bungs.....
 thirty, even just about twenty years ago..... the world, or paper, or wireless wasnt full to overload with bright young things claiming they are expert and that fact x IS the cause of new fangled expert insight into reality Y....
They would usually say...MAY....
And being that in the same period in fact the pure joy of life is that at last even that bastard Einstein we were all so in deathly awe of with his always being so fucking perfectly right even if he did have to make up Lambda cos in fact he was wrong but couldnt admit it ... is almost certain to have been largely wrong all the time....cos it.... the 100% doesnt add up in fact we only know what 4% just may be...only still.....
Never mind the science now proves... get the fuck up at dawn and you will be saner and less fat...... not that any doctor would comply with hippoctratic oath fuckin requirements and bother to demand his fat slob of a mad patient does just that.....
And go and stick your nose up some poor dying lamb's arse too while you're at it......and thus...Live

Indeed, all those claims... demands..... never mind a nation thats even caught falsifying science deliberately for cash more than ever before so any "new Einstein" is gonna have a hard job being taken seriously......
( i bet its even worse in America land of dumber thieves..)


BUT...oh what a but (later..... well if i die today as my compadre giggles 'like they way you get to the point with that saying of yours as indeed some things must be passed on its our JOB as elders...'.)
I mean i can't bear almost all modern films except a few arthouse Italian one like La Grande Belazza .... but.....
BUT.......

[infil later]

So yes one line, fuckin hedgehogs .... but us foxes - the maybe folk.....  we will win in the end as the science shows just that.....
even if I would rather that us bumbling maybe~errs...would have been called the hedgehogs cos i so luv em ..... and foxes can look after themselves

twenty years of priggish little experts rolling out one rediculously trite claim after another and one after one they turn out to be just that and nothing much actually changes much... and silly journalists all they can say is "the world definitely has sped up people now even walk faster.." no it hasn't it still takes months to get even the vaguest satisfaction dealing with a fascist council official indeed the world has in many ways seriously slowed down.... so many patterns we knew of 35 years ago like women being angry as they believed they were less capable when fuckin Catherine The Great never mind Boudeccia I'm quite sure knew women can manage to stab Caesar too....

so many years indeed a lifetime of "ehh transparency viz cash will herald new Jerusalem....." when actually the system.... a whole culture (just boring class as ever) just got better I mean if the drug lords can mysteriously supply all the growing mountains of drugs for free if you follow some new economics guru who forgets to mention if the bags arent going to Gibraltar any more well quantum physics doesn't cause them to be not there and not in waziristan all at the same time.....

And that a class...is for life....and life always does events to you...... and if you eschewed the dodgy route maybe when chancellor.... doesnt mean when your big rehab bill for your kid comes in thirty years later....you won't indeed be the one yourself moving the bag of private gems one haven to whichever the next one with a more painful death penalty upon the snitcher.....

And anyway.... just like the supposed evolution of a Federal Europe.....  well half of the budget is spent on cheap pigswill......
(and if the haters win...well I will officially hate every YUK farmer ever born as despite the clever little New Ager farmers who think that pigswill can create itself out of dark energy if the THREE billion subsidies YUK farmers presently get over the 1 bil likely all could be managed of Fuxit ...cos they never brought all their tractors out and blocked all the roads to and mounted shotgun vigil )
there never ever could be a budget to Federate...federating properly....costs bucks.... what all the little paper pushers like several million likely required...and all the ripoff computer PFI2 computer systems that cost 7 times more than "budget" are gonna all do it for free.......


Anyway yes...hedgehogs... which to me will be the hudnreds of thousands of young Jezzraelites.... I can smell them being as frudulent as the Young Greens who simply couldnt give a fuck even about the sexual politics that Natalie thinks is the way to blackmail them to pay their annual subs ... do give a fuck about how great the selfie at conference with other happy maybe~lesbians ... [in the sense of well in that case no more generations ] .... the so perfectly earnest perfect facebook photo so superior when in fact green party couldn't even manage one sign in a potentially (as per their own expensive computer analysis "number 3 in swing list" county...mine....)...cos theyre all bursting into tears and running away crying every time someone says "ehh... there doesnt seem to be any organisation ehhh we cant mind read you did have my phone number to advise the rally has been rescheduled for there rather than here Ive just cycled 18 miles to attend...."

I KNOW the young wing of poor Jezzas proto~gang will be exactly the same and anyway its in fact TREASON to go to Glastonbury being only the young can save us from old fascists who hate Johnny F and think that if Nigel wins he is going to retire and not be on telly laughing every other 5 mins for decades thats what you sentence yourself too..... noticeably his tax return you aint seeinn.....


No The jermeies of this world think that the connected energy will somehow get all the voting cards magically from the muddy back pockets magically by magic carpet back home where they are registered to vote....so lets go Glasto and sell some unnecessary expensive crap, or mindfulness courses...to everyone there as thats the main reasson many go.....
rather than do your fucking "once in a two generations duty.."

(tip its ONLY about spirit..... European people have better spirit and solidarity...never mind you think it aint gonna go meltdown when a few others follow Nigels expensive taxdodger suit....and then who'll be smirking...).

If I were jeremy...well I would make one spirited appeal...a real one.....

OK you lot.... fuckers...and some of you even paid a quid for cheap knockdown membership the day I was anointed ..... well just to show that
A I'm no Queen, time for mans music!
B That old men can be remarkably good I had no idea they were even still alive ... [ dreadful old Stones do not count in quite good old people singing]
C ...we have a sense of humour.....and like to share it....with the nation.....
"Please sell your Glasto [please I do not know why I use that term I wouldn't got to any gathering of more than a few hundred even if i was star act] tickets so you can do your duty and fuckin vote and save the world.......oops forgot thieving hippies just like Jobs are now world expert at never sharing their code or free festival or even allowing ticket swap.....
" or at least as we know that none of you will even bother to go to rallies or meetings much.....  spend 99p and buy this one all 600 thousand of you new Young labour......"
And get it to number one.....for weeks...months...... years..... Because well ok no young journo gets that there is no story ... but you almost couldnt make it up.....

































































Friday, 25 March 2016

Now [innix] I see........

Mister Caught in the Cross Fire.....
Indeed, there is all of it..... you may well be able to afford four of them, but.....
(back to the last post, no not the one you can see, the other one which only I and the spooks enjoy, maybe I'll live to show it to someone else. one day....)
So, Joe has three, and lets them sing songbird make it in fact as much all of it as he himself....
But David, Dave....
And probably Roger too if he weren't in the green room considering his lawsuits; Maybe, no one can ever know truly social construct through that zitty ferkin geist..... into the cultural relativity of Bob the Builder bolting on all sorts of fancy clever Makita high fashion ( we nearly had a duel yesteraft at his counter, and all I know, if the courrier confesses to me which "brand" he has to go and pick the pieces up from the pallet of the stuff that's broke and needs....fixin,,,,well, it's the messenger man I believe rather than him in his half a million sales branch)...
Anyway, now indeed, if one wants to understand, it all..........as much as anyone ever can, and beware! even the ex communist hedgehogs seemingly are faking their anti~gravity fields..... there is indeed a key: That particularly English thing of tearing up every last bit of who you are at, say, eighteen..or even sixteen. (so that one day you can sit next to George if you must, nodding, "all hail, the world progressive tax on melodrama! when in fact its Co-operative  ahead of the game charging three quid for a plastic wrapper ~ in fact what a surprise, only one plastic wrapper, not like them, their fish sticks slipped through their ethical signage with their wrapper, in a wrapper, in a third wrapper~the outrer branding them so smug~ethical....
[now, as prostelytised in the House of nasty~tricks by the she~god yesteraft.... "hahhh hahhhhhhhh if i die trudging home today, with yet another bag of booty i really don't need, but i was actually looking for this one item, only this exact very sized thing too fucking weird.......fuck the fairie magix strong inear luvs ..[4, of].. it will have been worth getting this far, to have heard a few days ago, officially, real~scientist sounding scientist, as against opposing monetisation faction: "the science is, mindfulness actually increases cortisol and  Adrenalin [and probably badbug levels too, certainly doesn't cure mouse~virus].....
Where was I. of yes, "oi George.....  lets leave the biccies out of it that poison all the post teen fatties to melodramatic mad death ... but you will go down as hero, originator...... it's just about you.... only you"

Now, I see...... if one could in fact sum up the whole thing, that Perse childhood...... fuck you have to rebel, hard...and mean it.... I mean if it weren't illegal these days to use allegory in context of ultra pacifist turn that other cheek and shit on your Judas ...... but nicely, not the dribbly version...just one big hard plop.... and in another era she, too, would have seen the joke innit....which is only ever ubiquitous vanity, always the root cause of all waste.

You may well end up in Canbridge Comp, but I think we devalue the innate something or other that the twelve (in my case) fifteen, maybe eighteen year old footstaper brings to...well, progress..... unlike my local "Green" politicians and their "fizz" of a year or so in office, sulking, then run away crying I hear of late.... progress takes fuckin generations.....
But..... don't throw away the intuition of the footstampy yoof...... and if many a year on you can actually figure out which bits of that to value.....
Well....


Whichj may sound like gobbledygook, but I can assure on the fuckin reheated ceremonial lamb chop the hungry Arabs thought that there was nothing left to eat, anywahere, ever and they were all going to die of real reasons, and then there was a little earthquake and a stone that was covering a cave gone and wobbled...and a little bleat was heard from the other side of the rock ....
And whaddyaknow..... there's enough by some miracle, to eat your way through another day of existence.....

But be clear, each gifted day of dawn peeking at what really happened..... indeed ... he had in nineteen ninety...four! Joe three.... I wonder how many there were in the best of all ever babes~in~the background tune.... but I only realised today despite saying near a lifetime how valuable the team is.....  the English ex public school boy...of course has them turned down, him, turned the other way.....



Wednesday, 16 March 2016

So, where was I....we, me, it, who the hell knows, there's summat but....

Now, if I were a money man, or ever taken any notice of the solutions of others to things such as 'cash flow' and their rather nutjob "whenever I've been behind on the chargecard I'll go down to Fred's for a flutter, and it's just amazing how there you are one evening on the boardwalk so broke that even the Mars bar rustling around your toes like mould in the deep winter  is welcome ...[well that's what the communique said, doesn't ,mean it;'s true]..... I would have within minutes piles of cash to pay my debts just like that almost as if the whole numbers game was designed for me and being on my side ..."
If I listened, by now I would be richer that Cresus' chrony butler living off hand~me~downs syndrome...because for some years my main pronouncements ~ and we are talking better than megre Mister Douglas half measures have been words such as " If I were a betting man, I would put all my associates' fortunes on the fact that one day.... one day distant or not, just as the place I inhabit represents nothing, no not even  trhem.....lasts forever.... [talking society now, things are a diferent matter, damn things..]  ..... all except the very fundamentals such as necessary child attachment...[what diod I here this morn? god .... 'baby is  self~regulating....' as it falls off one tit and bumps into the other and thinks, hmm shall i be a greedy guts and see if this one tastes any better...] ....aged 6...no the '}' should be here .... and the "weeks" should be after the 6....
'Just as The House of Usher, The Empire of the Bourgeois little Mummies Boys,  the C5, the notion that it helps women by allowing their more confident and follower~hungry ones go on forever on the wireless about their eating disorders with such excelent eulogising ehhm they sure prove that silver linings are good for your image and who cares what you look like in the mirror.... and I will invent jealousy~disorder of pecking that all those ill wimmin get so much wireless time whilst us poor lost boys with the curtains forever closed means we are the truly vulnerable cos we havent got the courage to even turn the wireless on never mind go on it.... [not me, artistic faginning here a bit, we shall come back to..] ...
" I bet  every penny I turned my back on, knowing you have to be yourself, no matter what, because it is at least some kind of cure, that one day, you will be able to sue the local library that said, "no, books, they just get dusty.... mindfulness courses at something 99 a sess.... .... of course, no conceivable doubt about it, are the cheapest best bang for someones buck [i have a list] ...  to make you all so well..... I mean all that Johnny Foreigner Wellness stuff [ i would see 25 years ago so one thing that all the Zoies arent quite to blame for....] ... you will all get radiant just like their promo videos now it's so cheap to get on Youtube, as if stage makeup never existed.... you will be, better.... than all the scum littering the ashtrays outside this temple of High Priestley esses.....
" I bet one day, the science will show, that in fact everyone was justr pissing their [as ids often omited] last few pennies down the dark well that leads to their holiday fund....
"And whats more..... you wont get any better...or weller.. or less rotting to death of Affluenza, or..... mad....
"so, well, if i were a betting man I would at least before he tweaks that hidden tax......
"even if it may take, unfortunately, several generations to show up the fact that the Snake Oil Saleswimmin [sorry thats not sexist its a factual respresentation of more than 50% and then 100% of those who cannot ever follow up the very pleasant as I am ' ehh, well, is there and data? luv?' ]

In fact i would have also put a bet ON the fact that one would no way ever hear some science that suggests that "cortisol and other indeed all the stress hormone /markers have been seen to be elevated, luv, in those tantricising that they are connected with all the luv in a universe that I know is just wry Witchies seeing who has the toughest nut sens eof humour..."

One bet I would have lost!!!!!

Fucking Paradise regained never mind six years best laughs ever...never mind I adore symbolic gestures not because I believe in any superstition but because if you hate the claimants.... playing the game in their face is the way to object/persist/ and especially be as psychologically healthy as it is inhumanly possible to be....

Anyway none of the little truculent " I demand the facts!! brigade of course will look at the one thing that above all turned a previously healthily circumspect society where.... I mean that Play For Today i watched other day is so good, and 1973..... says of course we are all just lost souls swimmin around in the proverbial fishbowl and if the moggy jumps out of Twatter and rips your balls off well thats just the way it goes...
.None of the kind who must go on the wireless and impute into little blubbering bundles of ectoplastic joy and thats all that matters ~ and defines so says the sci that both it and mum sleeps well or not..... fucking "regulates" itself.... indeed the only reason they speak like that is that 25 yeatrs ago some prat decided that footballers, or worse, their bosses....would have a public voice [one exception] .... so the whole of society especially the turds in charge of the journalists decided that the holiest cow would indeed be wank~speak monotone managers of these children, no, such Arson of all intelligence and circumspection indeed I would personally sue them for creating "narcissistic Personality Disorder" which in Witchie speak is taking yourself seriously.....
Anyway all those little Kipper~type.... and the rest of the divided nation which will never know why it was rent assunder just to soothe the traumatised Tory child in so many who need a constant "buzz"  as their cortisol levels elevated ther aged 2...months...when mummy left Boris and shipped herself off to Public school...her adoring one....

Anyway, has anyone pointed out to the half a nation that has Eastenderitis crossed with attachment disorder, meaning they can't stand it that our main trading partners will always be those near, as the laws of physics havent been exited from yet and rebuilt with Trumptown ones which say that the cost of shipping gets cheaper the further away is your trading Nirvana....
Ehh... now there is one time of the day when I get most nauseous unless I can be bothered to turn off the drip drip..... when the sports come on the wireless~ interestingly Reardon~Douglas never even attack them, nor does the Now show but since they re~brgin with a fucking Yank on staff, well they've lost it too.....
I mean, if half the fuckin footie clubs can have FOREIGN managers and seniors..... which doesnt include very foreign ones that cant play it i.e. across the pondites....so if half the fuckin footie [peeps can be ...ehh well one assumes that theyre being paid as much as their silly littl;e ball boys....
So, shed loads of cash, and this nation of mad people still needs to import footie managers from abroad, ehh generally Euro~near abroad..... well, lets hope someone notices that like ehh when we become Trumptown on t'other side of the Sea.... and all those nasty garlic eaters are banned! well.. i hope there are no exceptions...

















  

Friday, 11 March 2016

Luv, actually....indeed I forgot to tell the shrink, there's summat much....

better.
Purpose......
But there is something even better than that, which is going to have to be, one day.... maybe even a distant posthumous on toast day.... told. Which is along the lines of running around all day along the lines, chasing the facts...... but they are never where you expect to find them, indeed, him....as ugly as him.... was in the last place you would ever expect to find him. yesrsteraft.... just when you needed him.
Anyway that's not it, no the better thing is knowing for months that all your half descent fairly bog standard purpose may as well have been a Trumpet toupee sliding into the bog as America goes and gets its fix of bulimia and he forgets to glue it on propper.....
And still enjoying, a bit, past purpose.....

SO, what's that book? well it hasnt got half as many good little scenes as mine ~ of late, I think it is certainly at world record levels of putting you foot in it.... I mean to the Queen, the new one: I don't believe you [Albert Hall venomous], can have that, because it's all in the mind and is just yet another stupid load of words to express the fact that no one goes and has proper walks in the hills and knows how to bend over a hilltop style and enjoy the pain..... oh you've got it, sorry... I don't mean to offend...[the bit before oh youve got it didnt exactly feature, but it's better than that]"...What's that bible better than the bible, key to the Western soul they say..... ehhm Chaucer? ehhm travels... roadtrip, litle pasty munchiung scenes of all sorts of rather apt little encounters, that tell a great tale.....?
Well, just like that, planning nothing other than to wander and pull tongues back at old squawkface..... just like that, what a week of all of life, really all of it.... in a series of random encounters.

Which we will come to soon..... even includes midweek for some reason because as everyone agrees a nasty lost little land, and there are reasons for things...like it isn't random that I've heard more "Trump" on the BBC than ten Saunders or Lady in Chief...and that's cos deep subliminally down they know, you know and love him...
You, of this tawdry little sick supermarket Aisle..... which as sure as Rees wants to Mogg all his Common mates up their entrances.....  want to be other, than all the others so close by..... Anyway yes for some reason I tuned into the online wireless and words I never thought I could hear myself typing: Benjamin, after all...  I can listen to him, without feeling sick to the bones ...the end of music, in his perfection.... or words to that effect certainly without being precious about it.... some emotion is good!

So, going backwards, a bit.....  An hour spent with YooKip a few weeks ago.... so remarkable, yes that hate and he knows that in fact he is apreciated as a genuinely good person and in fact caring about fracking so much that he left his many years job doing it and helped me write up the reasons ehh its not very good.... but he hasn't told Nige yet or anyone else much and preaches it on street corners....  And then lets FF back to ten~to~dawn.... what a chorus! the energy... the warmest winter almost ever no doubt, they don't amortise that into ehh fuckin health service A&E stuffed full of the sick and angry such that the stats are against the so called law, do they....

Just as all .... and of course I have surfed the little ebb and flow of immo blood lapping at this S~Aisle's beaches.... and know full well that latently the desire to blame the black blood for all ills, and the fact that no one in S Aisle can restrain themselves to not only not demand the economic facts, but keep off the antibiotics, too, unless it's a matter of life and near death....for the sake of society....

But, just before one makes a controversial point ~ and I haven't even begun to raise my flag yet, believe me, if there is a better Voltairian exposition upon "Oiu" ou "Allez Vous, the fuck, en" well I will eat my outdoor computer table....

(nuclear Arsenal tipped point 2 came to me at ten to dawn with the birdies...just in case I die any time soon... )
 

Actually just to stick in sub point 1a.... well you can sing the fuckin Paris metro all you want, or need..... sucking up to all those pretty Eurotrash.... and have mercury prizes jabbin you up the bum to enhance the perfect pain and tragic wonkiness into your albums of pure and utter new~level of beuaty.....  but put the fucking barriers up with all the razor wire in Middle Europe, cos all that Euro naval stuff.... will never make you sing like a real man, or woman for that matter......

Which brings us to who the hell one is, now... fabulous journeys to self realisation (which usually involve sniggering at the way even a passing pedestrian demands that it is the necessary key to the Holy Kingdom of being able to sleep well, and during the day... errata, night....) ... How truly fascinating, now I don't really do media much, I know it all already.... but;
For a change one can see so many ripples in the Big Bang, so clearly, and how in fact in certain instances there are only one universe.... and how unique That Anglo Yankee one at times can be.... So, many years  one did in fact rather guffaw at the "Arena" program effete arts crowd stuff. But, bored; a rare thing with me, have a nose: well only because of a woman actually as all the great things in life should always be no matter what. One who says she was a big fan of the little Welsh poet.... (recent!) ...
Now, it may not seem so but I honour every one, all, there is never any reason not to value something about anyone, ever..... well maybe one exception...or come to think, two...
SO no matter how atomised dodgy false probably overdosed on biscuits when getting in touch with me, such a woman may quickly turn out to be,  it was time..... Now yes lets deal with rubbish about one maybe wasteful bloke who in a perfectly warm enough climate is going on about washing his fuckin sox.... I mean I bet Allah had a bit more biblical page~twoiness about him than to go waste the planets resources washing sox unless absolutely necessary like you live in finland ...

SO, how interesting! That meme thing... but it is more, of course it is more and I am not sure there is an adequate word for the whole mountain top of subconscious cultural construct that the JCBs are digging away at and dumping all over you and smothering every last breath of your own in the process....  I mean, in fact for various reasons, largely being one MUST learn from and resist the obvious twattiness of ones foreberarers ~ such a thing no matter what Mister I'm a fuckin Vengeful god may say is in fact the definition of civilisation surely
So, despite being weak, and needing to forget.... I was from very youngish teen really quite correctly painfully circumspect about the grape; seeing various family and their friends near damaged through it. So, was aware..... and concurrently and gradually one was aware of that curious little anathama in the Welsh poet from The Western shores..... and of course gradually, even though in fact especially in my case I was pretty prejudiced against him, almost innately, for being such a piss head, and dying of it....  And in my case I also ran a mile from anyone who thought they were the new Rimbaud, despite my secret Beardsley on my bathroom wall ....
In short, having entirely ignored every smallest reference to Mister Thomas and his wild woman....  even I knew that of course he had died of the drink and could only function on tons of the stuff.....
And probably wan't actually that good a poet either.
So, having no prejudices left, being deserted by her of the Bloody Tracks......who swore to me she really did have great sense of humour, and "have satnav will travel"  (well notear luv as I'm not onnit [fact]") no reason not to at last watch the archived Arena on  Mister nasty little alcy loser drinks himself to early grave ....
To discover, that
He wasn't.
In fact whilst one is at it, if one is going to (At last Clare Fox marvelous man hating mad 'witch hunt") lock up forever all the DJs from 50 years ago.... ehh well as it seems a Yank doctor killed our fuckin greatest National poet with his pills.....  lets have some reparations at least! And clearly its nothing new....
Let the facts be chased around the pond and through the tunnels as......
Indeed a fabulous insight into how sick little S~Aisle needs and creates its sick little heroes because just like my silly effete supposedly educated father "all poets, like me, even though I'm only a builder, need to have so they can earn money via their greater art artistic mad angst generally accessible through a bottle of Johnny Walker and loads of perfumed tarts..."  Indeed one could almost hear the second line, like Dylan and The Lord B etc before him....
Well, in one foul swoop.... not really, halfs and loadsa hard work apparently always sober.... and a yank goes and finishes him off with a grain of the morph to calm his wonky nerves from probably not enough fresh air and a melodramatic towny bedmate....
That supposed wild man of wongo an illusion, in fact simply a marketing campaign, created to sell more gig tickets......  Not that I agree much with many years diligent hard work but the line: well actually he was renowned in his decade scripwriter in London for media by all his peers as the most diligent reliable hard worker....just like me hahh hahh



So, at last, now I truly do understand; and being I reckin that if it is even possible to duck the wreckers and their balls ~ rolled under the feet, lost from their bag of marbles and not collected back full well knowing they'll endanger ones balance... the only conceivable higher existence is indeed to understand, just a little....
And the meaning of life is to accept the answer that you indeed don't want to discover, I can begin.

Especially as there is, to her face, yestermorn ' luv, I could kiss you, despite the scabs!: definitely, unequivocally, you are my new Queen!"
But, well I was going to say it's never about the female of the species: I wonder if I will get to~weblog the regular continuations of what jotted, as i wander along the track [ I do love that track, funny that it is alongside a place which represents all I don't like, but then the reminder that no empire lasts forever is perhaps part of it, but maybe the more of it is just the way no one else ever uses it... and as soon as I get to the top~o'track first gate, out of The Woodlands.... if there is sunshine around, always that's the very best place for the solar gain to be gained from...], yep, chatting to the world my never ending little radio station.... yesterday a wonderful what~NOT ism....

Now, that's a point! Well of course the BBC World service has turned into an advert for dumbed down fat yanks, either the eveangelicals or one other form of Ms Palin... indeed who says the BBC has left wing bias ~ they do only, as reported here some few years ago in response to fascist Inc that uses them as whipping boy,  fail, if they ever intend to favour the lefy (well that's one of the very few good developments the last few years, being it was pretty much always only ever "right" wing old colonialists, and "left" wing more modernist and theoretically equalacist whiffier ones.... when prior, absolutely everyone on the shabby Isle had tried to smarm and cant and clever~me into some New Jerusalem beyond all that, so they no longer knew what such simplifying terms meant.....  so yes indeed, a fair few very very eaarly morns of late for maybe good purpose, and all those spastic Republicans get a soundbyte or three before i can rush over to the porthole where the little crystal set has to be to catch a passing patch of waves........ but not once in any BBc meedia portal meant to be balanced ehh... have I ever heard the whiffy older man, seemingly doing quite well other beach of the pond,  of the left

Thursday, 10 March 2016

Anyway even if the sun is bright already so I have better things to do than for one moment ponder those at their breakfast smarmily joining in with so called democracy...what a larrfff...it posits having a brain left....
" yes she is right...we the people demand the facts! .... "
ehh, fact: as stated earlier, ten economists, i know cos i follow it and could write my own Black Swan nearly as good if I could be bothered or rather had the time for such an ulitmately time wasting thing cos i know how deep down angry younger gens are and that matters far more... indeed is all existence, is....  ten economists over Davos brekky tables at fifty quid a head just for the meusli, at least nine diferent potential~Nobel levels of insightfulness economic theories about the past ten years....
despite there only ever being one fundamental, borrow cash and sooner or later you lose that mate....  never mind the costs of getting it back....

And the younger me~tooposescene.... of course demand to be handed the future .... when no one can possibly know if when the darkie~haters of Middle England get up and swing towards Little England which is wonderful except for one little factoid which is that the energy input cost isnt a magic carpet and trading with the 'other' 'rest of the world' is always going to cost more....cos we dont yet have magic carpets ....  so the rest of the world nearby is always going to main market especually when Brazil has gone bamkrupt and the Chinese have gambled all their wonga away and are left sitting on a pile of worthless rhino horns for kicks.....
(dont blame the political class, but no journalist of course is ever going to ask the question: "so... you, Don for example.... Don.... all that kudos over the years you grabbed [euphemism for attracting the quality pussy, as always, human nature hasnt changed, its just unable to describe itself any more] ... all those little benefit gigs, and that clever art for your so worthy "charity"....[rather than, oh how tedious but I shall have to assume a bimbo readership, in the old days before the new aristocracy, because getting the best pussy, means you are..... rather than organising a picket of the Chinese trade office, and the government minsiters who smile about trade with them and all sorts of boring tedious and arrest~laden little bits of work such as that....so, you, Don....you and your mates who were going to garner the collected goodwill and by magic all the Chinese would listen and say nice people ok we wont chop off toenails any more to stick up our arses..... so it worked, that kudos ridden international nice goopdy goody image brigade, paid for by the charity money and kudos garnering.... worked? ....Don? hey.....?   ]  ...
IF i had been able to get my own little broadcast studio ready... rather than spend seven hours just one one long long planned waste of seven hours on one small line of numbers which need changing.....
I would apart from deriding you and your smug demand to be entitlked to knowing the future.... even that one where in fact king Boris sat there looking cheesy cat in 6 mths..... just before several other European states say well if they can, ok we too....
And not just an England~full of lawyers spend the next ten years creaming off all the work that needs to be done on rather a lot of telettubby adjustments...a whole continental cream factory has to arise...which someone has to pay for as there's one thing moire sure than ferrets these AQffluenzan days virtually going extinct as everyone for 71/2 years I have ever met says " i dont have time any more for country activities like Archers~Eddie having to clip their nails.... [shows how awful even Archers researchers are... a spot of ferret~cocaine, Ferretone, on the tum...means you could pull their toenails off without em flinching never mind all that squirming..... hahh hah make her squirm!...]"
nOT ONE PERSON i HAVE HEARD CAN SPEAK OF ....PEEPS.. THEY SPEAK OF THEIR OWN SICK CONFUSED...ACC CAP.... little head....
But no one speaks of peeps..... for example, now it may well be that the thugs of Central Europe, as they have long done, do enjoy ... in fact thats not fair of course there are some non racist nice ones... but some thugs enjy starving and beating up dark immos....  which is jolly unpleasant of course not that anyone ever mentions the character building aspects of all that (more later on this..... fact, ive done MY work)
But, if they do make it through the racist scum who certainly have to be kept close by... Euro~wise.... any wise man knows so....
Then, to get here and then be told by your own lay legal, that... well , Yukkistaini Home Office.... what they do is pretend.... they pretend to have a phone... they promulgate a number, on their letterheads paid for by the rest of the fey Yukklistanis....
yet ypou ring it and it is never ever answered....and then they get bored as they have nothing to do, as they never answer their phones despite there being all sorts of United Nations directives that say they have to at least give, say, refugees some kind of info....
So to make it more fun, in fact as death cult as sticking rhino horns the only way you can get it up any more.... what they do is go and change the phoine number so within 6 weeks of the new one all us little immo lawyers are on speeddial to all day except we arent...you'll have to help in that.... six weeks later its dead...and we then have to find the new number.... and then six weeks later that one is dead too.....
Now, being beaten up by nasty racist Middle Europeans is one thing..... but I think I know which of the two forms of torture actually does do the most real harm..... blood stops dripping usually almost the same day...
But no one, not even for their own good, never mind someone told me a few months ago that Syria famously has the only good brothels  this side of Cuba....
no one thinks of helping the peeps...by the true facts....or just what they must be going through at our hands.... once they've wiped off the bruises made by theirs....
Thats the thing with Britain, its always them.....always someone else....


Your [innix], in fact errata, just like her, you don't deserve to be capitalised either...

god...
Now, I don't believe in one, and if anyone had told me 30 years ago that in thirty years there would be more debate and mention of that concept than ever before.... especially in regions such as these where common sense was meant to have prevailed, I would certainly have taken the rope to the gallows pole there and then....
And as for the Mandala internet Goddesses sales women especially the one who wouldnt even let her two kids see their almost certainly officially dying father me holding out his cancer certificate as proof...and arranging for Switzerland to pay her a travel grant...and living grant....  18mths ago..... well..... I bet her website is still there.... selling "love" that she almost alone is apothecary to.... as her diaries describe....  never mentioning the price up front of course...that's for leaching away later....
How fascinating, truly...Houellebecq never even managed half a glimpse at that world, which matters, because those are the people whom should have at least jobshared as local MP or at the very least in the kitchen cabinet of said person between their forrays over to Goa..... but mention such to them and of course they just hiss......poor them, because in fact even if I resisted for so long myself, part of the problem.... the only interesting, real, thing is smallish p politics.... because it's just the same and just as dificult  as psychology...indeed is it, indeed creates it.... so even if how fab was that!! Oliver and ....well, Oliver.... admit to some unquantifiable extra dimension, that isn't the seventh, just as used to be spoken of the cultural construct, but even that's too jargonny....  the meme would have done ~ a great word, but for a culture, this one, which is so bimbo~lead, and hateful of any attempt to think ones way into ones head, properly.... scientifically though of course one has to have a huge vat of salt on standby.....  such a word isn't going to work either.... the footstampy smarm..... the foolish journalist who demands the right not to say to endless Sunday traders and pimps of the pill..... (yest) ....: look ehhh for twenty years Ive been interviewing Oliver James and his mates who pretty clearly found that overwork, Affluenza, America,  not getting up at dawn [now official, oh do you think I'm not going to kill you to death smugly boring you with that little snippet from a month ago? you are in the wrong knowledge repository....I have learned....no one ever listens any more.... so it will have to be really rather repeated... a lot.... indeed i wish i had twice my lifetime left..to repeat it even more....because I also know, that there is only one thing left, and that is younger people despite every bit of evidence to the contrary.... especially that they create themselves, need older folk to stand their ground...mean what they say...and always be themselves.....]   American Utopianism [well no one says this but I know its true] that poisons everyone by their desperate need to control everything which is irrelevent because no one can, even the mum of the 4 year old....  but it does come through in something worse, and always will..... that there is some ideal perfect being which people get fixed, to become...or re~become.... which leads directly to endless poor Europeans even endlessly now feeling entitled to be cured of everything.....
Even, now endlessly, indeed the whole new trend, fashion, on mesaage, even the radio farmers for fux sake...." I AM ENTITLED TO KNOW THE FACTS [not acc cap, i never shout but just to makle a point that my marbles are all lined up just fine thanks very much..... even if vera still blows me] .. I AM ENTITLED .... [I am a child] who needs to be given a firm clear picture of what happens when Boris slips on his own dribble and the magic carpet is pulled from under the spirit of us who in fact have also interbred far more than the Faragistes ever admit....what will happen to a pound and Euro which last time I looked, indeed at dawn today, is all still roughly where it was thirty and fifteen years ago respectively....  what will happen to MY JOB!...well all intellectuals for several decades know full well 50% of jobs are irrelevant, just inventing coppers....
Take... I mean, the greatest smarm of all, I know I am the only wise preacher in this land who will have even noticed...and pulled the knob off in minor exasperation....
The smarm, a week ago or roughly...I was going to log all for a while just to prove a simplest thesis possible...which in one word is: bimbo....
But, yes the smug entitled and super conductor creators of Maggies New jersey with all its nastiness and mad sad American attitudes etc....
(Oh that by the way was funny, official audience with Tory High command a few days ago, I let the smug little git go on about how he had learned a new word.... " do you know"! wow arent I clever.... that they have given the recent era a whole new name to reflect that humans have fucked everything ?? ... gosh arent we clever .... and aren't I smug to know that"
"yes.. its anthropocene [which is quite wrong actually but back to that another day] ... " but he still couldnt remember what the word was.....)

back to point, so ... a few weeks ago but lets not be partisan, because we all know full well all the Tory reds would chant the same claptrap: " wow... it worked, there are now 16% more people switching....switch switch just like Dave joculated, between pig heads....  the New Jersey and it's gilded pavements of switch and be free..... and pay less and be free..... "
Ehhhh.....well, now the (as one sat and listened to endless bimbos prostletising for years) one "market" that is most steroid driven aphrodisiac laden sports personality approved and doesnt need the drugs to keep a drippin as the spokesman states this morn, before you were up "cos if they cant take their medicine then atheletes will die on the track [sic, yes, true] " ... "the telecoms industry is pure maggie...." The ultimate expression of her benevolent ground down bones that you will snort as the purest Columbian marching powder foever and no side effects...." is all we have endlessly heard, well.... now we have wonky Vodaphone, Tmbolie which must text me [and i do not encourage text and still have my old simple can~only~hold~half~a~doz~in~memory phone, know i will avoid text.... because they are meaningless.... yes nowadays we have endless jabs from EE, Tmobile, andsure as ferrets are all on the fiddle too, it will soon be their new owner BT...all in one phone how cute is that....   thats New Jersey whilst the bloodbath of jerusalem one is quite sure will still be in the news fifty years hence....
for you..... ehhh.... 25 years to get from two companies, to three .... in the worlds most dynamic super smarmy cant pure aphrodisiac market driven solution of crap dissolved in pure piss ever....
And ....
I think I know the definition of correct answer, and incorect answer....
Anyway, so... there is no mention especially of course by the bimbo journalists of 'oi mate.... now if telecoms can't even offer a market driven solution of cats piss soup so you can all sit on your asses tweeting cat pix ..... efficiently.... what hope is there for power....
(I mean talk about the last act of a desperate scoundrel, to be considering demanding that Npower or whoever else is left deencrytpt their customer data and give it to their competitors! .... I mean that is poetry better than Shaemus and his lovely daughter rolled into one could hand down to a bimbo massed audience....
Talk about proof ..purest proof, there never was any true free market.... I mean demanding you share your address book thats the kind of thing Trotsky himself would have thought of and been shot for being stupid...
But, its the bimbo smarm that above all I have had enough of and know is only getting worse....which is curious because I also know has truly sick and angry 99% of all 35s are deep down..... so the market is in honest angry upstuck fingers... thats where i would put my money if i were starting over.....
and i have done a LOT ..of research....
The ignorant smarm of .... being unable to say, ehh hang on a minute..... now apart from the one little issue which .... well put it this way, ONE....smallest and i mean so rediculously routine and small.... change to the account which Fuels your weblog......and for some years I am never ever in a hurry...always have great poise grace and elegant upstuck finger by dint of really well written clear in writing simply put (edited for the bimbos out there who really do have a prob with concurrent sentences that lead on one to another) ....  for my OWN benefit, so as to avoid having to resend any email or letter, so crystal clearly put ~ and these days i even have the zen and time to consider if there is any key point which indeed may be bold/underlined.....  for the scanners....
No.... of course not, of course the simplest possible communique.... and i often add on to such communiques, even in my ascetic paradise of ultra simplicity there is the occasion.... I add the occasional Americanism except in my case meant sort of sincerely...like " hey the service has been so wonderful to now I am writing about you in my onlines as the greatest things since black coffee.... and I am in no hurry so please take as much time as you need to as you always do diligently process this standard change   ..."
No.... of course it is not possible that the very nice 3 line email with 5 words underlined the one key phrase that I guess will have been in use since banks were invented even in fuckin Jesus time..... please can you take the sheckles out of that purse now, not the one you have in the past..... and here is the colour coding so there will be no mistake...and have a great day!"

Ehhhhhhh................

Never mind that several of the big powercos are stated on their last legs...never mind that EVERYone knows who has a brain.... watchmaking by the ton, generally only works in slave economies where 75% orf the folk are frankly starved into submission, to near slave wages.... and the other 25%% are such backwards nasty gits they can only get it up by eating mouldy rhino toenail.....
never mind that by the time the bill is due, the even bigger one, the cleaning up after bill... it is internationally accepted fact that they will have gambled everything.... and maybe gambled it 'away' way before even contract midterm.....

No nukes will ever be built.... never mind switching powerco ever work... never mind, surely.... what anyone ever ...wants!

I mean, even silly old Toryboy he isnt going to his grave stating... flip, I wish i had spent more of my life on switching websites and repeat emailing customer services cos they cant find their rhino horn soup which is why their brains cant function any more ever  poor them of course it isnt their fault .... '

yet the way the bimbos of the news announce these things you would think that ...  well, they were entitled to their wages....
(for crying out aloud, so Vera takes over an hour bent over huffing and puffing,  deciding whether she will allow it up the front or back door....  good job I never ever cough up readies any more ...ever...and I know what never means.... even for a coffee, re some new addition to the fold....)

So, best laid plans....

It's all very well going on about how smug big rich wallflower companies can stick their finger up to the courts about their Vera...  but as for the ordinary "citizen".... well, having spent all winter planning for "this moment"...hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... that moment was it a week ago, is still not even the moment that was never mentioned as the little dark woman hiding away in the woodpile.... tricky little leach waiting for you.......and I like beasts so that's no comment on suckers....

Anyway, as if to sum up what a wasted life, and I am not speaking of mine being neither leach or ever believing their visions..... and charity buckets..... digging at the 4.30am embers.... I mean, is it safe? having some time ago for a range of reasons just moved on for the first time in life from any wireless noise for good, frankly because it is so me me me and him him and there isn't a man amongst them, well tune in to the dark~hours networks, maybe unlike last time I put the wireless on was it I believe last Friday all day from the first word, Yank yank fucking yank..... I mean if you want to follow their brief and get sicker in the head no matter how much they spend on Big~Pill..... or indeed get shot in the back by your own four year old..... (now I never giggle at the pain of another human, but... and i never believe the trite excuse for journalism, which is reporting what some silly tart reports on her own Facebook, then adding some affronted bimbo spin to it that is so smarmy cant snide ... but then that's what the screen does to you, makes you ill and lifeless and unable to see the joke.... and think you too, matter....  never mind you may not have even a splinter of truth from the dumbed down default look at what others write...well, "write" certainly is an exaggeration for a world of bimbos  sneezing over their devices and infecting knowledge with their virus.... so, no comment on Yanks shot in the back by their own kids...) ... where was I.... oh yes, now all my life I have listened to one smug speaker or other on how their charity will take your cash...and save the Rhino..... and then of late how nice we must be to certain other species, oh no we arent ever allowed to stereotype..... never, that would be evil.... but it ain't fuckin French women who are hoarding Rhino horns so that when the price goes up due them having been made extinct by the jerks who promised their charity were going to save the world..... the ground up toenail lightly flavoured by years of mold.... would make their cunts smell sweeter than nature needed.....

SO, one is tempted, Yanks who may have learned to keep their gobs shut aside, to say, as to my endless minor chagring I have heard my own generation endlessly say the last few years, humanity really is totally and utterly fucked....bring it on.......  never mind the Rhinos having no hope and..... they are so beautiful..... but I never do.... however one thing I never do is blame even "politicians" ...many years ago it was obvious that yes those who may have had more moral authority and insight into laws, the ones you really need to know about, the most profligate of leachy law ~ unintended consequences..... instead of doing their duty, like taking charge..... went and started their own fucking charity which of course as its an atomised little trough if they ever do get sober and their heads clear of the haze of all that nice fancy champagne they can now afford poured in by a basking public, which usually just means their own particular clique.....  and how around regions like these, this is now the default situation.... of course one litlle atomised clump of folk or other never had a hope against national stereotypes even if it's only a naughty one percent of all George's Chinky mates....

And then we have.....



Wednesday, 9 March 2016

So, where was I.....


well as usual the real fun was mixed into the tasty free range protein of the early evening omelette made from stolen eggs and nicked sticks.... and remains for now in the 'draft post' pile of well maybe I'll be bothered.soon....
Anyway, loyalty is not only attempting simplification, but doing the thesis on it, to be pee... one day, and going through the Ultimate hell of baptising so many new babes that even Fermi would nod a bow.... indeed dancing for weeks neigh most pof the winter even if the birds have been chirping happily at way before the dawn most days its been so tepid.....and the UnHealthy service wont be factoring that into their too fucking lazy cunt press releases to not be part timers on twice the full time rate.....
true simplicity, requires squaring up to Mister Im..... and unweaving those carpets at many a thousand feet up..... ' competition matey, whoever can Raveloe them back up ...as we plummet to redeath.... and beat the laws of glidingonomics first .... gets to pick the other up Mister Inle(cute) .... as he is just to be slurped up by the lips of Venus and her fly ways....' is...  the leader of the.... next bit censored. dotcom....
Even if of course we were always equal'

Now, words one assumed ... but then yes it always does make an ass out of anyone whom ever utters any knowings.... well, fairly sure would never be uttering: ehh I can now listen to Benyameen... and not be damaged by his end it all with the best there ever was and no way even if a whole new cohort had arrived with all sorts of genuine journeys under the razor wires of Macedland ...rather than the endless trip wire 'journey' that every fucking 13 year old self publisizer who gets anywahere near our 'public space' defaults to harping on about, cos they read it in some text i guess......without even having the guts to walk down their own street head held high ... the congenital dropsy no they havent an effective pill for that one yet either.... that doesnt increase the likelihood of Sue Sideways life when always no matter how smug they are...object....
 Real people...real journeys... the ones you may indeed catch a bad cold ...on..... kill you or make you a real...babe.


Anyway yes where was I.... Mister Ess.....some thirteen years back in the several overlapping cycles.... ' A story......good ones, that the public in their itchy feet and sugared out trance where only the melodramatic default can prick them into ....noticing.... like fast movement, [well we have that... you simply have no idea how the dance goes, daily, from dawn, and that with the Phd in poise and grace of knowing how to spell plan every move ahead and thats all five of em currents, never ever con, yet always con at once.... the mission was always clear....] and the public.... like blood sweat and tears..... and indeed yes a bit of...death......






Zen...oops, what with that Ultimate spring clean.....

(proper capital U that...) which includes, as I was cynically told, but not really ...yes people have to "make their livings.." .... " the story my man, movement..[you simply have no idea the energy that simply must have the outlet

I do not even need to refer back a few posts, which though I should.....

I never do, anyway, to know the exact half breed of a sentence I got to a week and some ago.... because, like the Black Rabbit of Inle(cute)* .... indeed dancing with him over my own little    ...
No, no 'like', no 'like' anything...facts dear girl only fact..... real things, things that are....Inle and I have for some time been off on our magic carpet for two..... even aerobating a few days back with old squawky boots,  and just giggling at all the poor losers..... who must play the great game what with all their new fangled gamechanging too..... when Toryboy and I at late lunch this afterday .... the only one in my region, at last, my equal....but I knew that.....
It was time...Ecclesiastical moments spied from Lower Office plebbian cafe, shortly after posh cafe.....  oh how in just 15 paces the whole town and gown can be summed up.....
But that's just for the little lost mangey brown rabs.... You have to earn, your blackness.... the right to Go~Inle.... and at last know exactly why indeed he always made you cry......for the right, reasons.... even if of course the greatest paradox is despite their tests at 40, well.... by the time you maybe just know stuff, because you never do when you don't, younger...no matter what the vain zeitgeist might come along with you can almost hear the creases of their ironed jeans smart, up to the podium, ohh they forgot to bother with one of course they can do better at TED.....
And in my world smart is just a eupohemism for....all sorts of things that arent very good.....
One, we'll show you soon......
the majority have long started to turn to grey and rot by the time their black gene has the confidence to express itself up there duetting on the magic carpet....


*And anyone round my grave always knew how to get one old chappie wiping at his ducts...

There is organisation; and there is really very dedicated reorganising absolutely every last fundamental particle such that they havent invented yet the chips which could multi~process what..... of course was always going to be, if one had only just believed.....

For now, all the meaning of life really is...... indeed it is not even "objecting".... it is knowing when you have just about beaten half a dozen all linked little ways of the world.....
with about the most graceful contra~ego Elan almost as good as fair dos to the man with his early february press twitterin "I'll give msyself up if my sources prove to be wrong and prior knowledge of the World Courts nod to just grow up turn out to be not quite that.."
never mind even..... crackin fuckin Mickeysoft.....


Mervvvvvvvv.....

Now, i never stay up late....... [hahh "ninety nine percent" the amount of times I have Quasimodically squinted wryly at that number the last few weeks..... yoover no idea..... ]
But......
hail to that king....from left field [last earlyever] as if he had been waiting in the wings so many years.....
"Luv..... you ask me that question, well, sorry luv, give me a whole uninterrupted two hour airwave diatribe, luv, and even if every single person in this scrappy little land may well default to only ever avving 3 sentences they demand they'll get the answer in......well, luv [was it Emily? who cares to recall...]
.... two hours pontificating ..... I may just be able to communicate...a little of that...truth.....but til Ive done that even I cannot decide..... whether to call heads or tales...... even if I were in chatrge of the cash, so long....."

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Now, however, if there was one cause~du~gut to Boycott France forever....  (the above has been photographed so many times ~ that "so" is said in a kindof bored Joella style blogspeak tone,  with the imported upturn at the end .... but as two of the real, that is real real ....collaborators ... both of whom I have been working on so so long....but that's what you have to do and when two younger men from certainly the wrong side of the street prove exactly what Olly rants about.... making it about them, then it will be.....some may even call them angels. ) anyway far more important, ...flip.... to plump for him, that is so trite.... half a lifetime I have held her as the one true spirit. Funny thing is, her compatriot...that thing he said 21 years ago.... always stuck in my head for some so curious reason...and now I made it true.




(I am not expressing any opinion.... until)

(i mean, how beautiful....... truly all is upheld, surely....)

Anyway .... were was I before Slave~boy In Chief.....  went and did one thing that's true at least ....
(oh yes to clarify, even if .....well put it this way, there is me a few days back, genuinely 'inspired' by that conspiratorial hushed voicing off by the dad of the 4 year old ['you, yes you are an "elder".... [no i haven't gone nuts quotation wise its just that of course, back to the begining of it all, those High Mountains..... interesting how he, goes back to " " " all the way through....hmm tbc..... ] ]....
His reaction (i know his name.... all of em you must always grant them the dignity of knowing their names..... that is human..... and if the Name is used to find her who......
I mean of course........ blub blub....... I am glad I was alone..... because in fact there had been a bit missing: I had not known the story, from her own lips, even if one corner forever turned down and dribbling off camera....  of that simple one question, of being her dad pulled her out and "of course we cannot [the rules of journalism] make it always about the same one or other of us.....[the biggest 'us' in history]  ... but there is no one else... would you....? .... " But it is the next sentence which is even more ...well, there is no word, because as the first.... the rules are that you must be the first for the treatment....
If you survive, the treatment.....)
So, keeping it simple, and local~ though as I have inhabited the most predictable and uninspiring of societies the last decade actually, hardly any detail is ever worth bothering with....Mister Elder... the inspirer, Must be not far off 40 despite goatee thing designed to make a bit more boho these days.... " you know that I cannot say anything either side of either fence here in this role..... but this time, I know as last time back in May it was MY fault doing fuckall... this time...... I shall be occupied in the evenings and weekends...."

So, to clarify, oh yes I know where i was going, or in fact where the fucking narrative~journey  began (if I had real courage no thats wrong if I was a coward and sought the beauty sleep of death i would pronounce that at the 1000th use of the word 'narrative' on the BBC ~ even the mere 91/2 minutes i can bear daily .... I shall commit suicide by ramming a dead sheep down my gob ~ the ones littering especially the hills above Affluenza Valley ..... where little Hilaire stamps his PS foot....  that as well as being against the actual rules were always against the real rules...of the Farmer's Heart..... that was torn out years ago....by their greed..... we shall come back to this intelligently..... )
"Oi Mister Elder, well....metaphor....... please, really...I mean out there you know full well even if you darent say so in here.... Mister orwell's Animal Farm is being played out on both streetcorners, daily... never mind what happens in  Council Offices......as you know being you work for em.....[ knowing wink]...indeed metaphor.... know that poor young your generation demand that you are entitled not even tro have to grapple with bothering with them ...either.... but metaphor, words like slave, may have several meanings, indeed may be intended as pun on if anyone knows who is slave and who is master from among all the miscelania of modern society on one journey to the Narrator's stool or other ....well they, the 'knower' is metaphor for a hedgehog...... Indeed a study of science may indeed start you off with is parent slave of babe... or other way round .....? BUT....when some pauper, which may be metaphor for so poor vocabulary he has to use Holywood/ West Coast spastic vulnerable loser language, which is in fact bullshit misnomer tautological contradiction as in fact being as the words of the vulnerable losers who are endlessly on the radio these days thus showing in fact that as they are capable of battling to get on the radio, then always, speak well... they are neither.....
So, using the poor~us, [cont with hyphen lines]  that nasty weather is even going to "destruct" us top of High Hills with all that "destructive snow" ... poor us we are ENTITLED not only to know the future of peeps being peeps and having a rant about darker peeps and another rant about imaginary federators  as in a real federation takes a real chunk of cash and no Turkey will ever vote or be levied that....ever..... spesh in a continent where the Central bunch just whinge about benefits....endlessly..... poor us we are entitled to know all the unknowable facts!!!!!! we are being violated by all those nasty Tories and even the quiet well balanced lot who are by dint of having shagged loads of French women in their youth, nicely quietly balanced..... and wish to be quiet....  who have stolen the facts.....
[hunt, the economists, the ones all ten of them still in a room arguing for 7 years about what the past facts were, whos's fucking fault the last reduction in stuff by all of 5 or 10%..... at least nine of them have different sets of data, facts, and ten opinions on the past...]
But we shall come back to this.....
Oh yes where was I oh yes...... "we are entiled not to have snow!  especially the nasty destructive type that Mister bit~b4~8 .... tbc
Meaning, as everyone it would seem under 48 can only speak in this conspiratorial, I may be destructed Teletubies with AK~47 sort of language....even if I lied through my teeth yesteraft to the old lady [one of two ~fabulous examples of sanity, sense, and cutting through ALL their crap...]  "i am only ever fabulously optimistic about Peeps...except on this one recently new conclusion after so so much thought and pondering in fact all winter..."
But, it certainly has a lot to do with tripping over the weave of the ...[infil] left at the edge of the cliff, and falling over the waterfall nay Niagra falls in scale, of there is no way back if the only other tool there has ever been, that un~gobbed..... is so full of endless fearful aggressive nasty scary words.... even when talking about snow which many people pay a fortune to go and play in.....

Now, apart from being at the end of the most smugly finished on the first day of Spring clean ever....  there is a rule re Me..... when I am quiet, it is only ever because I have been working on what really to deliver.... for you..... and this past winter has been by far the most useful and productive~ intelectualspeak, ever....

And the starting place is definitely, pretend that at least a decade.... the last one....never existed. largely because all I know is that most of my opinions held then, I have only seen come to pass..... And simply as there is only ever one actual game in town and every one else gets it wrong how jolly liberating and empoweringly time~free enhancing that  hair shirt is..... now mine is handwashed to sprung and cleaned perfection...... back where i was ten years ago, before i was so rudely interrupted.....