Saturday, 23 July 2016

I know that first one, from Horrorfordshire.....

(who is the problem, even if not too bad).... and then, she...made me cry..... remeber her name, jayne..... I am not sure a voxpopper has ever made me really cry.....
She made me cry..............

Thursday, 21 July 2016

A Mistressclass.....

I mean all you wanted for so many years....from Natalie and  the stressy Caroline....was just for them to sit back and ...enjoy, with a bit of a shootin for the stars, giggle in the lacuna,  'i told you so....'

His BS Princess.....

God she's luvvin it...! And she just sails up through all the coal tarred feathers ticklin at her tootsies....gigglin

Now rule 1 of the soul, inamin

Awww...I'm out of date....

Which is completely unimportant in these times of truly snailpaced change, what's six and a half years ....
Not that anything is worth bothering factchecking, it's the spirit that matters... and I am quite sure that many an Orielista still drives past in the four bye dreaming it's still open..... to reserve the right to reserve the table and plate of snails, yum yum....  that's a point in all this excitement I forgot about the heroine farmer who rather than argue nastily at my suggestions that it's all the fault of farmers she came up with the creative suggestion just like that of maybe going over to snails as dual purpose, fixing her carbon footprint while they're at it...in their little mobile hobbit houses...
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/news/favourite-restaurant-of-the-sloanes-closed-down-ndash-because-landlord-choked-on-his-bill-1876389.html

Anyway, now, in a true world, their organ, of course the problem being most of their journalists spend their afternoons getting whipped by young Latvians in schoolgirl costume in the backstreets up the road (fact I did my research, once) such that (bastard, as if to prove, now new, but LIFETIME new system that went into place a few months ago in preparation, Oggle would put a red line under typos ~ a brief glance, no need to press the spellcheck button, does it as we trundle along, and there's me thinking yesterday gosh my typing is getting pinpoint despite same frenetic speed..... no, I was wrong of course..... it wasn't me that got better, it was them, that..... never bothered to keep up their whizz~bang nice new function.... it'll take them IDS's 11 years for this heap of creaky snail poo to ever work reliably.... which doesn't mean I am nasty, only decent local person I've met for a long time just yesterday I was enthusing he gets hiumself a Blogger website, fond and loyal too the devil known....  shame it's not mutual....

Anway, headline you will not see on front of Torygraph, which frankly is quite astounding, and being that the criminal prejudiced BBC anounced it at half past five ...well they didn't announce the real context, which would have been: Despite twenty five quid, in fourty eight hours a LOT [1]  more members than the whole perverted Tory party put together have paid 25 quid to get involved in the big forty year comin war!

WHo's side are they on....... hahhh.... and they're hardly likely to be taking much note of the hustings with that kind of prejudice one way or t'other stickin grubby hand in pocket..... so the only question is are those fingernails encrusted with coal dust, or the ubiquitous hair gel residue of some newer generation......   I mean I can't bear all this irrelevant metropolitain waffle shop  which is all it is because in rural lands ...well that's a more important story....  but love him or hate him, Mister Second helping, when for years it's been 'no one cares about them or gets involved...' fuckin ell  something has happened..... indeed a pure Black Swan Event if ever there was one .... except as usual not really, its just the same old jousting match outside L'Ohhh....  Mister Bean attempting to push in and get pole parking position in the tatty old mini abeam the best crumpit laden pavement tables....

[1] = one hundred and eighty thousand, can you believe it, well assuming you can thats incredible  [source file:///C:/Users/E/Downloads/SN05125.pdf

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

oopps we seem to have...yet another technical hitch... I never pressed the button five times.....

Now, of course I forgot the punch line....

The best bit, that really I should come to pass on......
Especially as it has been in my notebook for many a month and hence before the other one thought of it with their mere 100 odd pathetic hits.....
And I have just discovered that technically it is free! and far far more effective than Labour~Les Orielistes  Inflation of three to twenty five fuckin quid......
And meaningful
And real....
But I have to have never mind two witnesses, morally, permission.....

Anyway for now, great predictions of our time, Ex Dacre Pipiste Maelanie, now Rupe's whore..... will not say: ' All these experts, fuckin ell we've had a few surprises espesh that fabulous ex Major Warmonger! I guess after all those beardies gathered in The Square  83~n'abit.... fuck me, I have to admit....seems they were right..... never mind ahhead of their time.....'



Now, of course I forgot the punch line....

The best bit, that really I should come to pass on......
Especially as it has been in my notebook for many a month and hence before the other one thought of it with their mere 100 odd pathetic hits.....
And I have just discovered that technically it is free! and far far more effective than Labour~LesOrielistes  Inflation of thre to twenty five fuckin quid......
And meaningful
And real....
But I have to have never mind two witnesses, morally, permission.....

Anyway for now, great predictions of our time, Ex Dacre Pipiste Maelanie, now Rupe's whore..... will not say: ' All these experts, fuckin ell we've had a few surprises espesh that fabulous ex Major Warmonger! I guess after all those beardies gathered in The Square  83~n'abit.... fuck me, I have to admit....seems they were right..... never mind ahhead of their time.....'



Now, of course I forgot the punch line....

The best bit, that really I should come to pass on......
Especially as it has been in my notebook for many a month and hence before the other one thought of it with their mere 100 odd pathetic hits.....
And I have just discovered that technically it is free! and far far more effective than Labour~LesOrielistes  Inflation of thre to twenty five fuckin quid......
And meaningful
And real....
But I have to have never mind two witnesses, morally, permission.....

Anyway for now, great predictions of our time, Ex Dacre Pipiste Maelanie, now Rupe's whore..... will not say: ' All these experts, fuckin ell we've had a few surprises espesh that fabulous ex Major Warmonger! I guess after all those beardies gathered in The Square  83~n'abit.... fuck me, I have to admit....seems they were right..... never mind ahhead of their time.....'



Now, of course I forgot the punch line....

The best bit, that really I should come to pass on......
Especially as it has been in my notebook for many a month and hence before the other one thought of it with their mere 100 odd pathetic hits.....
And I have just discovered that technically it is free! and far far more effective than Labour~LesOrielistes  Inflation of thre to twenty five fuckin quid......
And meaningful
And real....
But I have to have never mind two witnesses, morally, permission.....

Anyway for now, great predictions of our time, Ex Dacre Pipiste Maelanie, now Rupe's whore..... will not say: ' All these experts, fuckin ell we've had a few surprises espesh that fabulous ex Major Warmonger! I guess after all those beardies gathered in The Square  83~n'abit.... fuck me, I have to admit....seems they were right..... never mind ahhead of their time.....'



oops, nearly forgot, good job I spied a tad of slight wilt to a leaf of a weed afront my Hobbit hole, oops errata, needing 'magic' just another symptom of desperate need to control something..... never mind reality far more fun than any symbolic other world..... anyway despite if you have been listening to the wireless, including the framer show, the whole population dying of one extrem~o warm day, every one of them squeels..... that means for the first time this year my weed may be better off for a drink   ... funny that, I mean .... well .... there are real desrts which people manage to persist in without a squeek ..... god really is time to turn off even the weather....oh yes thats a point, the army should definately sue the BBC as I have noticed despite all that cash their forecasts are in fact just as variable, in fact one day a week ago i~weather i usually have a glance at several times a day, Green folk have e respoinsibility to time~immemoriam plan when to put their drying out, which means plan the wet bit to coincide....

Anyway ....  yes, now its to this truly frightening generation ... the 30ish 35 somethings....all of whom have been communications officer for some MP or Farma PLC or some such..... these by the tone of their voice so clever~clever they know everything always forever and its always pitched at that one person in the focus group who Murdoch and Dacre co~made up..... never mind lowest commoner of the L'Oriel gutter.....
It is that so powerfully punditified smarm... gittiness.... so I~am~righteousness ......  that only my Doppleganger can ever lead the party/company/gang of vandals.....



To them, so clever smart~them above all..... all there is to do and the people would get it (hahh CHDA that was clever)....

And if they had the time which they should mayKUH...cos the brai works best on policy creaking along the lanes practicing, they would, all four be able to sit up, and stick fingers in both ears.....




 there is one useless bit in this unstaged and out of seequins picture, indeed symbolic, a tin of them, only good for paperweight, even if there are for many a month other plans, for them....

In case I die today, ehh what's the punch line something like never mind ranty ragheads..... the reason they are so 'angry' is in my world more down to having to walk instead of getting the bus...cos Owen privatised it, and as I don't ever blame any politician.....  


I never even blame the criminlly complicit Orielites of the BBC .....   because the only person ever ever ever there is to first blame, and since i was almost one of them, well slept with some of the cute ones and pretended..... (silently, like 'no comment' silently) ....  but when you have kids, and many of your co-parents, no not those kind they are irrelevent, its that 'clique' gathered at the playgroups (only if parent stays and is part of it, its called society) .... all the very very very most societally 'aware' waffling on about need for buses to keep the society functional and all that........ every single fucking one of em would have had one of these ~ those i should say, lots and lotssss of pix of them..... in their back garden, which apart from ruining the planet and view...... became, amongst the atomised arseholes of the old days of L'Oriel.....  thankfully I ran away..... their excuse omne padre fucking hummmmmm...... when they were exactly the people preaching enlightened communal socialism and should have been the ones to DO fuckin summat........ 


But above all, yes...... to symbolise a loyal team a bit in synch ....same journey back and forth the Great Leader's allotments go and pick a bit of fresh parsley which I am quite sure hasnt wilted even in London the last few days.... sprinkle on the health food Girls!! (it takes 6 mths) ...in balance...frankly couldn't give a damn ....about all the rest of em indeed sunsets are for cycling off into until the sane continentals have had their long summer holidays..... two by two..... The Princess grinning like the Cheshire Cat they would best avoid .....  cos Hamiltons ...well.....  balance....

And meaning it.....  And if a few 'hustings' happen to fall en route..... avoiding Hay health food shop ripoff bread prices (i struck as soon as Primrose hill went and took over) .... indeed Second Helpings of bread and Lotus juice please too......Jeremy ...while we picknick and watch hot huffy boys up on the stage, all in a huff....





Indeed, especially to him:


But there is one query...... I mean is YUK welding even up to it? I doubt......

But symbolism matters.... and a gang of four if all on the same page never mind same bike is an almost impossible start....

So in the ideal world I suppose you would weld both of them together..... although the even more ideal world you would have the fit old geezers on one and the fatbottomed girls on the other, for their own good, geared to twice as much puff~per~mile..... until 'genetics' has been transmitted to the masses in its purer form, i.e. the true one, and ...well.....
But you can't do that because the even more symbolic ism is ..... one man one woman balanced perfectly on each... ideally like I can still do and often do no~hamds but that takes meaning it......

But....wandering (science says if you want to think, then get up and wander every ten min...... maybe go and record that science program that says multitasking is gender dysmorphic in fact and gobs and garbage sure are on the same page of the New Feminist dictionary)... I mean what a beautiful joke, I mean...... even if the Ringers miss it.....
I mean, in my world it is about examples and that one aside.....

I mean talk about careful what you wish for..... I mean for godss sake dont let Mister Humphries retire oops forgot all the pensions have been invested in timeshare due all that nice choice.....

I mean think of it
[Humph, bet his DNA test proves he has same heritage as 9 out of 11 of the so called [surely its a Trade Description matter?] Wales footie team, i mean over the border....]: SO the New great leader we hope here for many a year to come..... now, on this program I believe it was .....  [ I mean ok the crooked BBC make up half their attacks at least but the one at dawn plus a bit this morn seemed to be verbatim out of his own arrogant unapologetic gob?! well no ? it seemed pretty patardista.....]: 'So you said that we bullied you into breaking the law and wasting emergency~ONLY time ... that's bad enough, but .... anyone with a brain didn't need to be told it's a never item...... I mean what sort of example is that to..... everyone?' never mind that every few months we take the piss massively out of the latest so called citizen with one mad 999 or other.....'

It simply, alone.....is a sackable offence that.... Or was it part of the plot: fill up 999 lines and get a bung for increasing so much needed capacity farmed out to farma PLC and create loadsa new jobs for all those miserable Orielistas of the middle class who thought never meant never, again.....   clever little socialist git.....











not even 'courage'

If i had the cash, I really would..OMDL.. buy them two tandems,  dont know what is best for aerodynamics, and balance, and efficiency.... a chubby one up front or a lanky old whizzened wizzard, the two of em.....


I skit not, it is time... character   makes when love is ensured, eccentricity if you must, their handmaiden.... and the peeps really are ready....
The peeps indeed have said as much...... it is indeed all or nuthin time, and never mind the fact that anyone who listens to the screen or wireless bay for 'we need some....fun, from all this death and destruction and hyper everything'  

I supose there would have to be an accompanying webpage,
To whom, exactly:

To the fat Northern Coalpit fan, dribbling love of coaldust infused blood of his fellow villagers out of his dinosaur gob (mypopic of course being he can't see the bit in his Tabloid that occasionally mentions warming up).... who in fact between poems to coaldust in the stool those new fangled beardies are so hateful of, and must be quashed at all costs.... still of course below the painted on layer of Northern coaldust under the fingernails, the Harvey Nicks foundation is just down the road for them too in Harrogate or  downtown some other Northern Powerhouse, err indoorsd has err chargecard for no doubt...... we can't have threatened.....

To the choicists ....in fact I was going to say parliament square but not much of a view there...Sloane Square not far away, good exercise....

Certainly to Emily and mates at the studio overlooking, doubtless with L'Oriel on speeddial....

The lot....  Because the Peeps have already 'said' they're sick of the lot......


Balance, now.....












Anyway back to TandII....

Now there is only one question and I would be interested in the science but some autodidactism frankly is beyond caring about....and anyway the great zenmaster knows a harder ride.... disolves away the bumfat faster.... so as for any 'right' or 'wrong' way..... its always a philosophical q.....

The thing is, take my hero (most of the time) Bertrand...famously on his bike, dumping his wife even as he creaks along the highways and byeways on his old  cycle ~likely as hold as his four score and still in ship shape being made proper unlike the Sturmey Archer of even 5 years ago and about 300 miles max.....


Above all, the peeps....loved his character...and eccentricty piled upon love and a bit o'talent.... outshines all ex lobbyists or in fact gobby old bags who scowl at button choices in real life.....

true, i care (i have to have loyalty, I have only once ever paid one pound for membership and 'vote' .... and The Second Helping is quite right, i would indeed spend 3 quid one tenth my whole estate, on the next vote .... for myself.... but its never about cash even if nasty Orielites try and force the real scrufs out.... silly me, Peepists, that was mine, so i take back, Orielistas... of course i never think before but the gods of the whatever as soon as at the keys in the sun..... wink)

All 'lobby' meetings of course prefered place for a cuppa with all the rest of the Orielistas...at L'Oriel.... funny that when you think about it, they nearly made soap out of Primo didn't they i seem to recall...it def fits....











Pol Pot would be proud....

Which is in fact offensive to Sidney recently gone the only passing of note of late indeed all the lates put together dont match him.....  and nutters and their Killing Fields should never be even juggled with in jest, especially as the Indonesian lot are still at the same old and not a person has ever done owt about it  and in fact all those lovely new Global trading ops will show...blah blah....

Anyway reeducation camps, I am quite good at...... shame the rest of the enlightened left and ALL the trendy economists in trendy cool biking jackets that smatter rt.com which is ok but perfectly critiqued by: and can't even manage between looking good on camera at 65 in a leather jacket, manage to help the youth never mind the would~be~'left', which is what their fuckin job is, and simplify it into all you ever need to know, YUK has 3, five, maybe even more, million, employed, to be snake oil vendors skimming the fat off the middle.... men and women.....  so the only real choice is 3 or 5 million unemployed ...or as we are..... quite clearly as the canny Scotts discovered re~centralising their NHS procurement...saved cash..... the gravy spills a little less.....

The above is simple fact, unbiased objective.... your choice...me I couldnt give a fuck as I enjoy your madness...it does something for me....

It would however be nice just to know there was one politician with enough of a brain that you could sit down and enjoy a half of Ale with and have a sane conversation.....

Anyway that is for another day, what is for Today..... hahh and he was even 'bullied' by them....

oh yes Manifestly point two, unless some sane person hakes over in a coup and simply puts on loop.... ' no matter how much cash we borrow to put in new doctors or imigrants building hospitals on PFI or not..... unless YOU, yes that is you dear ordinary smug nice Worcester wo/man ....do not go and use society's resoiurces unless you really really fuckin do need to because even Kings of the Atom, brought up in the cowshed next to The manse....knew that in days gone by.....  and it is the only choice there ever will be as all the other 'choices' we could never afford...... god are you thick!'  (the self~restarint first Amendment to the gobshite psychology that....well.....

Anyway now i have lost track of who is the criminal, I mean in the late 90s  everyone except a bum chum rent boy of Tone himself would know, if I am ....no, they simply would NOT ever even think for a millisecond off calling the fuzz on 999 to ask for an interview.....
And if they did, would imediately put their hands up, don't shoot, that was .... well, whatsername 'brainfade' like a banning sacking therapy requiring offence.....

But then, before the word 'bully' got taken over by everyone, even whatsername when Francoise the Frog told a bit of truth on ehh if you fuck with our friendly project, we wont like you, so wont come and holiday there quite as much, or let your scientists play with our CERN at all..... well, apply for new cash for the airfares.....

Exactly, ergo, real drips who accuse Foreign Mistresses or is she IMF anyway bigshot...of 'bullying' are so forgettable its a scientific proof it doesn't work.....

But there was a day before all this, when the word bully was still correctly used for the incorrect lost child who took his confusion out on some other kid in the playground....

But to, now, accuse 'them' of 'then' 'bullying' him into the thing that 'then' you really would have to be off with 'them' to ever even think of doing in the first place..... is a very very confusing choice, exactly who was the worst historical criminal.......








(TANDEMS, that was next.... no scrotty little Blair~lite is gonna disrupt the ride....

...into the sunset, the four of them, now...

yes make some notes,  I mean  being we were just about to get manifesting~lite....

Any fuckwit can figure, PFI = + several percent to the initial costs, compounded over the twenty years the LOBbyists demand tie in et cet er ahhhh.....
plus about five percent to pay for the swarm of lizards required to argue when your school or hospital falls down, who is to blame and who will pay for.....the only MANifesto point you really need (except the next one) which is (my biz...well its not a biz, when i sign a no profit clause ever I mean it, especially when no one ever asked me to...because they wouldnt think to and what liberation there is from writing your future in blood, which in this day and age may indeed sticking it on your press release and floating it off into the gobbosphere)

PFI, WITHOUT [myspesh and i have the most lovely film, even if she wont say well done yes we are good] on a gang of four architects and surveyors who in normal times would never say boo to a goose about to swat a fly....no, slagging off crap YUK builders set against superb [and we are taalking affordable, here, i never do elite...elite = arseholes to play ego games with as they ponder their quantum reservation at the Oriel...one day...] ordinary German/ Kraut building standards and workmanship and careMANship is especially in the affordable low energy house, are in a diferent continent to that of the crap stupid nasty ignorant default~to~ripoff YUK builders....you can see it in her sparkle thats exactly what they mean......] I know we are already in a square brack inside a square brack except it was the square brack prior this square brack i should anotate, or even fix, and no way do I wish to make anything easy which of course a true Jezzraelite, doubtless especially the world~record~being~ignored~politician,  knows is the key to turning on the collected energy of parrallel universes....

SO PFI - (thats a minus sign  in the table of Authorities, periodically in need of review) great building techniques as foreman at least, written into the fucking contract, they used to be good at that written plans and foremen,  or we could just say PFI intiger YUK builders equals fuckin ell what a larfff..... choice ehhh......

"Choice"...... yes choice....

In other words now they got dearer hahh the perfect descent even further to the lowest common denominator = we cant even afford to buy their blueprints and instruction books of ebay any more......


Notes, choice:


Well we have the perfect example of choice, but sat there in my NHS dentists chair gosh 15 years ago and some trendy  stupid moron says ' well, hmmm... now we may be at root canal time,  there are other options..... but I will leave the choice to you....' which is a euphemism for when the fuckwits took over and decided that torture is fun...... becaiuse the correct answer is ' you have just spent half an hour poking around in my gob, something that I am unable to do myself even with the best Heath Robinsonesque ironic parody of you strapped to my electric drill and shaving mirror.... '  ...'plus, sport. you have also one would hope spent at least a few years with your head in the latest fuckin textbooks so that you are well informed in respect of such choices...... and then there's the loads of other wonky middle aged men needing their roots to be sorted...... which i would assume you have some experience of....'  ' and do you not know the [then infant, as i haven't quite finished my TED talk onnit yet] science......  zen never mind great healthy psyche, Yevgennia showed us twat that choice, whether or not the KGB are going to come and torture me this week or next, dont know...makes you REALLY ill in the head, yet once they have picked you up, duffed you up a bit like those delightful Trump security guards are just dyin to..... and worked on the toenails a while.... somehow you actually GET better - you sleep better, your hair stops dropping out as fast as your toenails are pulled.... because you know there is now NO choice...... '

' choice twat.... so thats why all the bills have gone up all that humming and hahhhing time.... clinically proven by the huge head fuck presented in double blind random gold seal science Yevvers predicted from her Lubyanka cell, by those presenting with maybe~prostrate.... if given a choice, die ...from the stress of trying to decide which future to chose...'


Now, apart from feminism being entirely dealt with in that one book  ~ proof that wimmin can in fact write just as well as Solzenhytsen himself....  this choice business.... the problem with so called scrotty little ex lobbyist so called socialists is that none of them not one fuck they need some help can manage the simplest of all equations ~ choice = quite a few people profit somehwhere down the line to the fat middle wo/man one way or other, the real pain coming from keeping the criminal BEEB in work every few weeks expose of some hidden scam within the middle classes scamming from hospitals schools or charities (which they rarely cover because they are too pious and this last has become the greatest true scam of all..... they will never dare say cos charities like any privatised money organisation are so fuckin clever.... they invite nice journalists to come and stay in their nice very expensive yurts in their very expensively tendered grounds..... proving how nice they are.... TBC [localish, oh what fun fun fun!])

Socialist are all dreadfully stupid and unable to think....about the REAL negative effects on the only thing that matters above society, my soul...or energy, or wellbeing or fucking ability to get an errection, always (indeed the very best test of a calm psyche and all in balance) ... and of course have also been propogandised by the fascist brainwashers of all those crappy fake Universities recreating humanity via their 'person centred' we are all diferent, law / psychology / medicine bollocks which is entirely untrue there are really massive similarities between the myths that invade almost all psychologies / bodies / etc...and I aint talkin Hansel and Grettle we are talking the waffle of the chatterati who of course have only got worse in damaging effects now that some of them are scanned by thousands before breakfast.....

Just as wealth [to 'chose'] does, choice does... in fact in many ways lead to a less happy walk in the hills.... walks firmly along the footpath of the fait accompli are far far nicer and more creative walks..... which was known about before Harriet and all her lot tried to recreate the human being by all that touchy feely everyone else is nasty get em arrested and also its my feelings only that independently need fixxin...NOT just to be crytalish clear [and that Borisian 'context' I am qualified above all as being world famous even if kept it to self, leader of the nuveau atomisationists...until i met some kids, and unlike Terry then realised, peace, is knowing that its never about me, its only about them and dont it shit it in yer lap every day....so learn to enjoy it, and the fact that they educate you to make it never really about 'you'...unless you really are a moron.... ]

I mean poor woman, even if she's probably lied for footstampy effect, and wouldnt dare after all they'll bomb Harvey Nicks shoe department in high heavenly retaliation and that wouldn't do....ever.... ....  when you know all children, everywhere, are the same pretty much....  well you don't want to push any button on 'their' behalf do you, as 'they' are all the same, even the babooshkas..........so you ONLY  think look only for other ways..... no matter what it takes.....

Anyway where was I oh yes
Chose, to just make do with YUK builders (and send the message we wish not any other even smallest influence thank you very much).....suckers......
 that'll put his future PFI bill through the leaky hospital roof......


Yes that wasn't it the it was socialists are stupid...if they would just be honest it would make all the dif, choice is one thing.... but the only 'argument' ever which isn't even an argument is.....


Tuesday, 19 July 2016










Big space, and breath.... not that I ever need them..... I mean there you go proof of one law for some and another ignored if you are a smarmy git and sell all your secrets no doubt to sweet little innocent Emily of Nesnight, said cos you have to have a brain bigger than barbie's to be convicted of Joint Enterprise criminality  ... I mean stick Archers Rob who the whole nation is just waiting to be done for coercive control, offences, the Parental Alienation child abuse as usual being ignored....even if they're all subtly at it one way or tother...lovely land.....

But chubby playground bully Watson, now..if you ask me, exactly the same subtle manipulation of the mores and moaning and ......  very very small p politics its always been and always will be yet without any cheating or artificial stimulants the whole nation laps him up......  I don't blame the politicians.....  just the panting slavering mob who cant stand still enough to see the HN monogram on his y's too..... .....








BUT.....

big botties aside, which I cannot get past, having so gently trained one a few years ago that just one simple habit: be poor, and cycle up and down a hill three times a week to go and top up on your sugar habit...... and whatdy'er know six months later 'hell, whats that in the mirror, i never had one of them before....' grinning like a .... xxx

So I shall not delve any deeper, but.... what a moment... a week ten days ago it doesn't matter nothing has actually happened at all for exactly 40 years that long hot summer ..or the one after the real one took some getting over, the pleasure......
Before flash cars for the lumpen of West Islington wannabes were even invented......
I mean what a moment........

And we shall not spoil it by saying a  great leader commands respect....

I mean.... now apart from other things I have the Big Data.... all of it, treble backed up and no fuckin way would I ever trust anyones cloud in fact so well hidden  that it would rot to death the usual few years it takes metal and DVD roms to rot to bits that you can never get back......

I have enough BD on the beardies, and female versions too who are generally advertising ...what did I see t'other day oh yes Wellness During Menopause..."

Anyway i know whata  real hippy is, and generally they never need to change into spotted wellies as they are quite happy with the fungally infested ones they've had for years..... its called  ...no don't bother.....

But, if ONLY THEY WOULD: I mean the time is right, at last!!!!! .... It is time to be honest and real, they cannot now say any more....

[Princess Di to Newsnight Emily ]' here Emily, we have something for you sweetie....no you wont need half an hour in makeup really this is so nuclear even you will crack a smile of gottem at last...... bring your best side and those boys with their cameras to the Pow~Wow peacepipe Parliamentary Palaver Tree lawns......  bless you....

' Peeps...... as you see there are four of us, and ok Fatboy sulking as usual over there in the corner as all weirdo school bullies tend to...but any time he can come back over and get a hug...any time..... as the bard sang never take it so personal.....
'  Now... for years all the beardies and Biba~clad flowergirls have been endlessly putting up on T'book nonsense about the collected energy of the Universe and how they are tapped into it and don't dare even snigger or you're blocked for ever plus nasty things said to everyone else like me about people like you.....
' Today, we join them, blood brothers and sisters...... ceremonially we stab our little fingers and swap that red river of life, in symbolic connection..... that we pledge always to support one another, no other stabbing......gradually get better and better at our jobs as you tend to in a comunal kitchen  cabinet with fairly healthy lentil stew on the boil in the cauldron......
' But above all, though all ancient pagan societies who frankly couldnt give a fuck about even who's fault Zion was or when or how other than the builders didnt have to keep building on someone else's veg patch......
' The bearded wizard will always be respected, venerated... sometimes he'll need a good bit of Ringers thrown at him to keep him in the right gear ....
' His doting puppy dog of a Pricess Di shows love knows no bounds or limits even if it has to be repressed due ...well.......
' Our Magnificent smarmy really quite drol King John also could just as well step in and take over King and we wouldn't mind....for we alone are all one....we have at last managed gto connect together the crossed wires of the forever stuck broadband (despite Kirsty's endless lies for votes) that makes it a universal love.....
' We are at last the age of Aquarius....and are in fact all on one plain of love.....  and one [pants, etc... problem is who is making this speach hmm.....? oh well poetic license blahh blah..... ] and we will not laugh at those sat once every six months only nowadays at The Oriel, in scuffed court shoes all they can afford....
' But be clear, the moment....... that one moment and Nuveau politique must of cousre involve trust but hidden webcams generally for watson for at least a year or so maybe as a test for what may be always needed who knows if next generations can even hear the pauses between the words truth and, hurts..... but lies, in the end bite yer bum or if not then someone else's even more paingfully.....

But thats all naive politics....we are the connected energy of the universe channeled through Jezza's old CND badge  made out of good long lasting metal, as he knew he would still likely need it some decades hence.....


But in deference self critical deference to that one morning......  and you don't ever want to go Potty OTT but a bit of self knowledge openly sharing a good joke is whats needed and TSC showed us the way but......
All of us... that morning, we now name  ...hahh yes Actual Gang of Four Day.......
bound together by the connected luv of the universe even if half the ex Northern Labour old dinosaurs really never got beyond 'tea and a choccy biccie, luv...' so are marooned with Arthur and Denis and .... Burnham..... in the New LIbdems ....

Today one year on let us ceremonially yes draw blood of the mean what we say...and solidarity...and yes a bit of love, luv.....

One year on from that morning when ....

I mean there was simply no way ever .....
It was not possible ....
I mean, Minister for Women's studies .... is first port of call in the counter Coup....
But listen, there was Emily prancing around outside my Hackney flat harassing and generally stalking with coercive intent to cause my love a stroke......
And even I knew, I just knew...... she, with her rather fabulous sexier~than~Claudia, come~to~beddybies and fuck me senseless over the Raqngerover hood ....tones......
There is simply no way that she..... all the rest of em making paper aeroplanes of their table place nametags and drawing little bombs underwing..... and taunting 'bye bye loser....'....
There was... i mean she wasn't even much heard of so what kind of a rubbish MP was she..... token....

I mean there we all were, the piddle getting ready to dribble......

Ears glued to the wireless that morning for the next little gobby fraud to ...well history will tell on them forgive the sinner but sell all the sins to Hyslop as he's gonna need some reprogramming too......

There was simply no way, that she, our fourth, the last node we needed to spread love throughout the world or at least South such that a real festival may actually cancel telling their constituents to go and do their duty rather than get some moron to moan on stage about the fascists taking over........ hardly ever even heard this time of the morning....was going
Not, to join the queue to Harvey Nicks diamond encrusted dagger badges for life.........

And indeed stand by....so eloquently, ten times better than some moody humourless childless thing .....
Stand by, her ...man!


But all I really know... there's only one way a really wise old man would deal with Newsnight Emily....... because there's only one thing they cannot bear, [even if I can't remember was it King John the Head or The Second Helping himself she wouldn't look in the eye in her ten minute expose of face to face them being, ok.....]......to be ....forgiven......


Great wimmin, get forgiven anything, even bums that would bend em......



























So, on the way back from the wonderful Simon's den.... shed really...

(My niceness to him is sincere, as his admirer hell she admires him!.... and I admire her...in fact if I were wanting to have the perfect countryside cabinet in waiting, which has several Nuveau politique rules, the first one is go for LOTS of walks between long siestas otherwise you can't think, how to best rule the messy lumpen nutjoberatti..... and which causes may not quite have the plotted effects..... I mean it's all very well putting King~Georgian on yer CV in the ambitions section, to overthrow the turbo capitalist neo con ultraphilic liberal slant to rippin everyone off..... but it's another thing thinking through an interesting slant on how it just may be possible to do that....prtending to in fact be the almost opposite..... anyway, she, absolutely no doubt about it Minister for can~take~a~joke [ a few months back " I don't even believe ME exists... never mind chrony lymph thingy.." " well we won't get on as I have it..."....except puddings get proven when she is the ONLY one who cares and knows that life is just a little chess game....for fux sake don't take it personal.... and says what she means...... so as well as the Minister for I couldnt frankly give a damn what you say and real people don't have time to read confetti anyway,  she is certainly in for the position of the heroes of the day are the 0.1% who in fact have good manners, and let nature take its course, which means nature will go and fuck up a load of other people's winter if you don't keep nature at home to yourself..... which even sons of The Manse bizarrely seemed to know in the old days like about 83 and a bit.... ] ....)
fabulous man....... like him.... young too....

Anyway the tranny blaring taped to the cycle handlebars.....  yet another 'Guardian [or it may have been their equal, the Torygraph, in fact better, as there is nothing worse than a pretend~friend of the nice people] ' cartoonist : ' gosh what with all this endless [expletive, self regarding like "I am living through extraordinary times, so I am important, and vulnerable victim on them..." crap...now, default..... like at last when he calls some sex old Oxbridge ex beau who dumped him many a decade back for staying in at his colouring book all day when real people were punting and drinking real chamapgne.... he knows, she will bump into him and... "well, look at you...what a hero, you must be exhausted every five minutes having to get the rubber out...I knew you would be in the thick of it...one day....." ]....

Now, it's all very simple ... I mean even I had to double take...maybe it's the Beaujolais Neauvea gone to his fat wastline....or..... but surely the mark of the greatest ever Nuveau politician, nay someone who the word does not apply to can't be post~political..... because clearly he never got involved in their emotionally retarded games, which have made them all so snidely bitter and angry and self righteous....
But surely the mark, in these "so dangerous/ hyperbollox ridden / imminent invasion from the Wolves over la Manche... infact imminent invasion from everyone etc " times.... the one person you would want in charge is ...well, his Deputy, despite being the most disingenuous lard arse never mind [the ONE mistake: anyone who falls for the real national sport of the last decade, making up sexual crimes way way past and even having huge files of data on their claims ~ they do you know.... doesn't mean it's 'true' or ever verifiable.... as just about any junior Lay legal aged 3 1/2 may indeed raise her eybrow at..... especially when the so called 'new~media' organisation backing up the claims in fact seems suspiciously to not report ever on anything else, despite stating in its mission statement it will, and in fact is only one lone nutjob.....with a bit of form..... and ok rather good production values..... anyone that dodgy, I speak of the public servant who simply is so thick he han't realised yet that his so called constituents are in fact from the land where reality became losing touch withit to hurt someone else, or in fact gain in TV appearence fees and concomitant Facebook likes .,..from the same old crowd...well actually generally they are young..... a nation people will do absolutely anything for what? attention? notoriety, tomplease the High Priestesses of the Seventh Dimension who send you down instructions every morning who is the infidel that particular day, and justification why a good father may be tricked into never seeing his own children.....fucking nutters.... but the fatter nutter, is the one who publicly pretends he will do what he can to see great injustice is righted...... mistake

Anyway ... now, fast politics, what a bunch of miscarried bastard and very before time, teletubbie sperm in fact dribbling out of the hole......
Talking of which..... I mean even she is now on the bandwagon yes she made me vomit en~bike.....  ' so mariella, here I am,  is back to glamp up now in these times of huge flux and endless possibilities in gender identity politics...when you are four and what should mummy and daddy do...... " infact her version was even better... the answer being of course move to another country where  the standard small population of same sexers are not executed or in any way discrminated agains of course...generally forgotten is another good of course.....  and the one way to ake everyone else pissed off is to overnight make half of BBC a sex crime by suggesting half humanity is indeed rather confused in all those departments....which of course no one ever say, y~fronts or knicks.... and there are two holes to chose from, and which you do, is your biz....... so shut up.....

And if as has actually happened [ and my ministry] ... no younger people can now stay still long enough what with all those distractions, none of which ever matter..... such that they cannpt alocate TIME..... animals, any country of outdoor REAL pursuit, like the ones that the Baldy lot and all the other endless fuckin aren't~i~so~natuaralle~chic lot  wouldnt know about cos real country people.... who say keep animals, require loads of time to be spent on it....especially after last December [tbc] .....
Which is the real reason never mind the fuckin parents (did i say i never ever even cook a snook at politicians, its not them....it's them...... the parents as in all of them it would now seem, who cannot it would now seem...understand that there is ALWAYS a way to have your offspring bouncing along in a relatively balanced fashion..... regardless of what comes out of their gob...it does take time and dedication..... occasionally wiping the ferret shit off the screen alowed in a couple of half hour curated sessions a day..plus also important 'you can be part of my money...errata, OUR money making operation to keep us going selling a bit of this and that online.... which kids love even more, all kids..... even the ones with the labels.....  interspersed with deliberately letting rabbit cage door open, concurrently with the ferret cage so that even the nastiest little brat will for their own good put the lid down...and join in the at least half hour run around the fields looking for said escapees...which all along were nicely munching on tea in the coal cellar......
there is always a way...but no, prescribing, mariella...would never understand.....


Anyway where was I oh yes......  now 'Sloane' is of course a rather silly term, just like to my constant astonishment in filming the amount of real genuine Sloanes still...well i was going to say hiding away...but no its as if Pricess Di herself, no not the fat one who deserves to be the Queen of The Black Swans... (and that is the ultimate compliment but context also means you have to take the time espesh if you are a parent to ed you fuckin cate yerself and thats a great easy book even a sworn enemy practicing Jew would find sensible....
(exactly, why didnt America 'help' ...Attaturk the great almost invented the at !last! real secular state....   where the prime directive is well you all can't be right, about your little incongruities..... you all consider the one true way.... so bless you bugger off into teh safety, for us, of those dark cool shady buildings you favour, which of course why you are so down on life in the first place never mind moody....me I'm off to the beach with my cabinet to plot how quickly we can fill it with liberated Turkish Titties....bouncin around.... free as the real god intended...... ahhhhh Nesleyhaaann [Asils fixer and ultimate smiley one ... a big real smile to go with the cleavage usually bursting out...].... ) .... ehh religion never did anyone any good but that's for someone else to do the science on...

Anywya where was I oh yes....... now, the important bit, Sloanes.....is a too simplistic and slightly trite way of putting it...... all that's actually happened for 40 years of it......
I doubt there is one word (even if we were making them up today, he is good!) ....  that would encapsulate, well its pseud of couurse but one wants to be antii~YUK and try to say something inteligent.... intelectual words are rarely necessary and in fact I dont really know what on of em is even if I am..... as the new Prospect editor will soon discover.....he isn't off to a very good start especially.... I mean it's pure islington, that being 'above' ordinary people, except for the one who retained his alottment and shed of course.....  ordinary people do symbolic things like cancel their direct debit.... for all sorts of reasons, a poor little lamb low 'esteemed' lying woman seeking revenge through the standard 3 years of two metres of court paperwork... ehh all sorts of reasons.... but surely an intelectuall  is not going to imediately equate that with another verb: 'canceling' subscription....especially as pretend intelectuals have been preaching for years how the choice~society is so righteous well there are 100 ways to pay the effete fuckin tosser.....  which, I have found in the past a letter on normal people, is not welcome.....
But I will bother....

Anyway back to the point which hasn't even begun yet.....  Surely the definition of a great New Statesmen ...rather than past beuajolais Nuveauistes.... is to have the most wonky wayward nutjob ...I mean I've read some victim impact statement stitch ups .... but for unlawful emotional heuristics and vandalising the vandalised society we have takes the biscuit with his blubbering..... I mean what's he done except waste taxpayer cash on trying to help some lone wolf weirdo of whom anyone in the know knows there are thousands and thousands these days..(in YUK..not anything like so freq other countries...except America of course though there they really have the five braincells required to hatch a fairly cleverly hatched plot) )

I mean there he is wobblin on ages and ages about how his leader is the reincarnation of the devil, and worse...'if he really is the nice man we all love...well he will fuck off and die...' I mean ...well...... someone made a mistake.....
Well two folx..... and in the same sentence ' ehhh well if he wins I will carry on exactly as I am suporting him fully as his deputy..... and will accept thats that...' ehh.... surely the definition of Nuveau Politique is..... that he may be compromisingly alowed...to.... which seems curiously and wonderfully fait accompli in even the traitor's voice.....

Indeed, still virtually 'friends'.....
No criminal~Em may of course even notice....or mention..... too busy trawling computers in her darkened coffin to keep the sun off, and look on twatter for some new put down or hyperbole..... rather than report the truth, of the 'new politics', working....


 Which brings us to who is Emily....now of course no one takes Emilies seriously why she is up all night getting frightened about a very very quiet and peaceful stuck ill world......  But the real problem, now who are they, well they are the 'Peepists' but I am not lettingyou in to my private love....times two....

SO how do we describe the real problem.... no champagne socialists always too misleading a term..... too simplistic for what is a 1 1/2 line stereotype that isn't, its the ubiquota.....  the ones, yes they mock the ones at the races with even more outrageous expensive hats and on their back to pay for the Range Rovers....
But they mockED..... from the safety of a table on the pavement of Sloane Square, Oriel I believe it was called......

But the ubiquota lumpen Hodges of this world, dreadful Angela's who knows full well Northern lases are occasionally winked at in such places....  yes they know in their educated ways what inequality does, corrosionly speaketh..... even I picked that up in class 3 RE for fux.....

They know all the nice and more inteligent intercourse is to be had in say Sheppherds Bush... or now its trendy a shepherds hut....
They know a bit of roughin it at a festival where they dont have Hilary's 300 quid a night fancy yurts won't really kill you...... they even considered unlike the so erudite Yankee man in the posh hospital exposee....so fascinating, at that final moment 'take the pills love, you will die if not...[funny that when for ...ever...generally that hasnt happened'...some will have indeed just had it and who cares what hospital, class doesnt infect the gunk you need on the baby's head as it nozes out......

They even knew all along that Fat Camilla with all that fat to feed on a ton of biccies a day maybe had her hand in one till, in a clever way of course, invoices through her brothers BVI solicitor's dog's account..... really wasn't maybe the very best example to set the youth....

They know they would not die having to move out to  be MP for The Forrest of Dean and get all that cider vomit on your lapels....  they even know that they wouldn't die being restricted to Wales only ever for your holidays.......

But the way you get to be Billionariress Bodge..... the first to push the button...... but that would be picking on her, as common as much, that used to adorn the gutter alongside the Oriel in horsedawn times gone by..... is of course


they know, they more  than think, they know..... all that's all very well, but even if its just for a coffee once every few months...... they need to reserve the right to have the five quid coffee at the Oriel......
And be you one of them, or indeed you are popping back from stabbing The Second Comming in the back, married to one of them, ..... it is they who define, gutter chrony political disenginuity.....

because of course its not the price of a posh coffee...it's the grands worthn of frock that one laso needs to 'own' the right to be able to get at drop of hat to be seen in as entry fee sipping it......

And that, nothing to do with any 'security' is what drives the Military Industrial Complex really very simple 450 odd fuckin warmongers......  and those who wish to not have someone who may indeed caise to be a place where so many million common as gutter muck old tarts in their grands worth of necessity...... can scoop out of the middle striving away one way or t'other ......

Is only fighting, exactly that...... those who would even Sloaney~sneer, mock poor old chilless Terry~de~La~Mode..... yet deep deep down .... know they need to reserve the right to a place at that table just nown again ....(which is a phenomenal thing really, the skill to pretend to be authentic and anti stuff/establishment/infantilisng grown women/ etc etc... knowing full well, mean it and several million need to be realocated other maybe existences and the wages will go down and cost of real glamour, relatively, up......and thus are in fact worse .....

And every single one, of them, in fact yes in terms of access to the public demos via any Meedia,  really really does want him, crucified.......

But.....













The Cult....

Now, although the simple truth is that any of the four would make great anti~Sloane leaders.....
And Emily vs Emily would be best of all perhaps when it's her turn.... although jobshare with The Princess surely would be good because spirit is all that ever mattered really and....


Now apart from waiting for a genuine poet to die and get number one for ever after .... I mean what would be even better surely, one of those backstabbing smiley ones, who have taken snide and fake~hurt~snide to a level beyond the spin king's spin.....  up he stands, and they throw their little angry knives at his back.....  there at his lectern one of them actually did do the deed, and he died of it, on the job, just as he's gently sneered at the childless Warmonger opposite.....

Lionising, and martyrdom,  needs ... a cult hero...... who in fact for once is indeed a 'victim' of simply....wrong.





Oh well, actions speak louder than words shame the dreadful re~enlightenement Islington or more likely West Hamstead who couldnt afford Islington so went and tried and succeeded in undermining everything,,,,mob, who tried to recreate some child that responds only to 'feelings' the definition of which, is they change...like moods....

My own actions I can never lie about, and simply, I have never looked forward to any politician coming on the wireless for a chat, even Yannis who get sit wrong about power in banking and omits the amount of YUK registered via~Bermuda of course Gulfstreams in the parking lot at Frankfurt.....

But all of a sudden, just like that..... even if only one is a true beardy, and no fancy pants quite rightly the right man in charge of them...as they well know.....

Four of em..... every single one truly enjoyed such, that, well.....

Now... they need their manifesto..... and thats a local matter.... parables for the ....tbc...plebs


So, on the one hand ...

.. the farmers are being bossed on the Now~it's~farming show ...... about the lethality of going out in the sunshine without your white protective overalls to keep the photons off......

 aww, that's a shame, now I hardly ever, like about five times in half a decade, 'look up' anyone....  

I just want to hear their voices.... 
 And anyway, well apart from no way ever would I A wish to be up all night just to do a boring day job like argue the toss on the same old argument going on since 83 and a 1/2....  which is that if I were MP I would ban all people from my office from Greenpeace and FOE and all the rest got on the bandwagon of dressing up in silly costumes and bang fuckin drums rather than..... have a real Coop....I mean I bet those fabulous anti~fascist Turks didnt bother dressing up like pigeons or whatverrrr.....

I know the establishment, they read their Homer.....and in Homer there is one price.....


Now, just in case I die, on the 'journey' they're all fuckin on, never mind what did she scream on the wireless  some rediculous 'in these times of hyper~politics....' ..... men in beards were always there and snide little gits just got fatter and made deputy.....

Anyway just in case I die, apart from the simply so gorgeous soundbyte into my interview machine a week back just to please Wallasey... ' well I just gave up my Torygraph subscription Ive had forty years with a snotty letter: "eight fuckin pages on some really dreary very very old man who exemplifies the has been attention seeker who never got over once being a bit in demand, and Wilso fawns whenever he gets his look under the royal Wings.........  ... that's it, sums up the craphole that not only was Liverpool, and the whingers ...but YUK, too....no more!"

 Which is the fun bit, but the far better fun bit is the real bit...... so a responsible curator of the next generations, indeed does not divest himself of the need to know occasionally......  and ....well...... miracle number one but of course it was always thus....  when you are the real one, The Princess.... the one who didnt die of eating her own bulimic vomit attention seeking but just sitting there in hackney all these years fantasising about she and her lost~luv....well, doing something...... and being the token Princess on Question Time the last few years and respect for the suntanned means criticise them when they are full of fancy bullshit and send their children to private school unlike her lost~luv....who went all the way even if it killed him, and them... the media storm.....

None of which interests me, but that bit of science does, the one that says.... anyone, if they have a bit of blow up their fat bum.... and is told that they can be it, even if they dont believe it themselves as Hans E found .. hahh thats a fuckin sharp mind his book on my newly rebuilt shelves yet all the unbelievers no time to even glance at the cover and check his Eysenck spelling...... but the memory is good.....

followed up by response to Mister Murray~Trump's Bell Curve ~ surely the best bit of science as artful response ever.... stick a load of hoodlums in a classroom, lie to them they are in fact A grade students and fake it a bit...and whatdyaknow they turn out to be grade A students....

But that's all very well.....  what's subtly far more interesting, is that you can bore the nation to death for some years with the lest impressive waffled anti~rhetoric ever..... and then.... just like that......
rising to the moment.... 
what a new definition, but it's of course nothing to do with fake pride...... for some fake deterrant... it's.....  just goin for it, all the way, till  ...well, of course it won't happen cos the new~politics I have never known such snide.... such ignorance, and we will let the BBC off as just Teletubbies who have had their children abducted oops forgot most journalists were born sterile hence no pride in the....future....

I mean, the facts, u~turn...Jack Straw world record, oops thats me no we cant include the root cause of the whole fuckjob....
Working Tax Credit
Pip whatever that is all I know everyone should go on a course of how to break through the personal space bubble every wheelchair comes with courtesy of the majority of those dreadful snides that took over 4/5 of the Labour Party.....

Who fail to ...well I never use the word 'celebrate'..... but 

I mean George the ex... surely forced to eat more of his own words than any Chancellor in history.....

And then.....

Not only is a man...able to hint at a gentle compromise whistling the clues as he's scratchin his beard trundlin along on his old bike...

But picking the previously [me hate] hated King [c fuckin] John as a human being to .... be the weilder of the gentle kitchen rolling pin  with such deft grace...never raising his heckle to any Emily crap......


And then..... to be fair there is no way they, the front bench who needs the rest of the snidey gits..... sat between them all is her, the Princess, just happy at last! so so happy.....  her and her boyz
And ..... as any parent would wish to show as example to any child.....
Fuck, as if magic really did exist 
She just got
Good
Just like that
Really, very very funny~good........ and just wait til she takes her rightfully now~earnED ....place up there in the Lords and Ladies.....

Anyway thats all very well the old Trotters..... that no Emily of course will ever report do indeed give one up the bum to the New Trotter fuckers, both sides of the House....

But, now..... I never look anyone up hardly ever and certainly not for causes of anticipated sexual frisson...as the voice the science says indeed can be far more evocative......

Now, as a would be Tory if they weren't stupid enough to have [officially] given away long ago land stewardship responsibility to the big boys......... of course Sarah does it slightly with her raspy little Sloane  thing every Today....

But, apart from truly magnificent rhetoric, and superb corner play whatever that is on the courts.....   talk about sex down the microphone....

At last, all finished.... time to have an earned treat

Now apart from what great loyalty from a pretty damn good equal of the quads on the front bench, and proof that great leadership is finding her, keeping her, and making her front, in fact no doubt about it a future Queen..... 

 That of course Emily would deny

treat time.... surely, surely to go with the superb sticking up for old beardy policies.... ehh policies...not people.....
And kicking the snideratti off to go and at last have the real argument that they wanted 1984 but were too busy lusting after new interior decorations to bother with then.....

The ascetes... at last have, [treat] a fabulously beautiful queen..... to compliment her leader and her Princess and their hangman ....
surely..... 

I mean one Emily certainly didnt get her job for her brain and lack of prejudiced Sloaney bitcheyness .... but surely when it comes to Emily vs Emily on Newsnight

Surely the real true Queen Emily is going to match her in sex appeal, and not have a big bum, maybe get some proper exercise bumping around on the cycles, with her leader she is so loyal too  ...... surely....














Monday, 18 July 2016

nuthin happened.....

 except when you get to photograph number 10,000 on camera number three, damn and blast, the whole utterly perfect little perfect backup simplified system has to be rethought through as a fool relies on 'proprietary' anything, raw data is yours, and doesn't go out of business thus disallowing access to backups of any propriety hospitals or dentists.....

And that no matter what, no matter what bad manners, no matter what foolish assuming, one will always...always think the best of afternoons will occur..... and when it doesn't, you prepare always for the next one.....


And that the very best way (hahh foreign holiday war on Les Tales D'Alienation ...hahh, "what about Wales, does that count as this country, or abroad...?" ... hahh hahhhh.....) of in fact even if you feel utterly winded, to not...is get your Sunday afternoon fixing pile out....

Which is trite, and my biz...however, my biz is only cant, that of those who should know better than to endlessly throw away lines into the throwaway society, which in fact left wing approaches to  existence, may indeed more correctly than big bangs return to the small things....

Which ... i mean it is laughable, I mean..... I should imagine a fair few Continental factory owners still can spell pride ... rather than the Slanteyes version which only translates as, despite looking after things properly as I always do, especially if they are or were other people's possessions..... 

Even the metal,  just seven or eight years.... self destructs.





 So, what a coincidence....... just when you are at long last ready, and anyway I only believe in one very specific weird little leg pull of a coincidence.... so random connected love of the Universe as lond as that dreadful Cox isn't looking and, making all the photons entangle themselves with those shining out of his arse, quantumly or not.....







Now, the important one, is that little chair...... never mind the fact that the fools of the 'Valleys' who whilst boring us for another 100 years omitting a little factoid, as they so often do, in their lethal (indeed of Polish precision in aim) .... ability to turn poor~little~us.... into something else, when in fact the slave owners of the Mining Valleys were in FACT just as likely to be born of the same village..... they don't get that little factoid in their hiraeth~ridden emotional blackmail, which in my experience is true steely lethal in its ruthless contempt for reality, it generally being they are tough bastards who generally can look after themselves....especially when the EU Community~centre doing up fund is still doing things up...... well, one assumes that recent big cheque, will now...clear......
(like the disproportionate imports of baccy direct from Calais, via the white van, seems the 'campaigners' forgot to mention...)
The emotion~thieves.....  wouldn't get; Now the ONE thing that shames me especially as the second line of every comunique I have sent out for several years always says 'you will never hear me like ALL the goody goodies of the region who pretend to want to care about their community, environment, ehh....continent where they like going to for lots of hols to Tuscany or Zagreb ....say " i never have any time[ for all those things you are going to go on and promise you are emotionally distraught about, doin anythin....]" ...  ' ... not enough time today to be there for Primo~live......
Which is only of interest in that the Periodic Table.... does not include whatever those clever Slatnteyes, and I bet by now the tradition of the Philippino, never mind the Central Europeans who would if they could but The Union may occasionally still have an inspector left after all the legal fees to go around inspecting, as in...: whatever that element is, ta'int metal......

And .... well, now, yes the problem with beying emotional vandals from Wallasey (it isn't a hate crime if I point out that everyone from that neck of the woods is such a tosser because I hade to be born there so its just self hate and I don't believe Pretty has made thata crime yet even if I guess I am guilty by joint enterprise, in moving off to the hills to smoke the odd joint and never ever think about The Beatles....enlightened people don't..... and that reminds me a week ago I mean I never ever talk to in solidarity with Torygraph readers [well that isn't quite true I'll talk to anyone, thats the whole point, the dreadful fake 'socialists' of  the Valleys, wouldnt know, that what you do is say loudly, everyone SHOULD be in the 1% ~ take turns....not for some intelectually devoid nonsense of "'equality' but only by living in it, no not the so intelectually devoid version the crooks of the Beeb show, the thousand quid a night hospital the too posh to push go to..... and they never even comment on how that nasty Chinese man in fact treating his woman like that should be arrested poor thing frightened to even put on an ounce or he'll reject her the day after his baby..... the kind Boris wants to go and replace EU trade with....
.... if Owen had a brain, never mind all the rest of them they would show up rather than suck up to.... how truly sad, every very wealthy person I have ever known is deep inside....
And I have known a few deep inside......

No... now where was I oh yes.... (Libdems have always been slimey gits hypocritical soulless posh frauds.....  go and invent your own party)

 Yes, all I care about.... as anyone who pretends to as is now trendy 'care about the planet' which is only possible to actually have in your DNA if you have children.....  well kae the fucking stuff better...but that would be too easy....not enough hyperbole ops and chances to have to go to conferences by learjet, on the planet...

Anyway thats's boring..... all I really do, know is...... now, if ....(oh yes of course, her name..came a few mins ago jumping up to do the real job)





  
None of which is of much interest ...well the Tories begging for help from cutback Trading Standards...and not giving credit, the...left.......is
other than a many many a rumpus here and there all only one root cause but they never even mention it any more in their panting to claim the latest biggest paradigm Tolferesque [lousy silly book i read em all...typical he gets billed with Bowie and all the other dead true second raters...... that History, real history, no not new history where every journalist pretends everyone had gender issues brought on by Bowie access which was in fact actually untrue as i never heard a single disco track or teenage bedroom track ever and where i lived we were real soulful.....and erudite, and elercctic..... and actually liked, wimmin,....and the wimmin, liked us for liking...them.....]

'New politics on speed and .... '

No nuthin happened......except..... well I mean honesty and truth are the only way to learn simple as that and yes I admit it I left the Algerian  movie to last on the iplayer only when so desperate for something to take my mind off the fun...... such that it expired half way throu watching.....
And just to remind me of what a judgemental prejudiced little hippo I am at the picture that went with it of Christian priests.....
the half I saw was beautiful.....

Nuthing happened, except.....


WHich means of course Owen would be too young to have been at the front of that line......

But a wise man, never mind ignoring some rediculous ....I mean so is this going to be the future the solidarity in delaying 'campaign' opening parties that are in countries you actually voted to have nothing to do with....??? ....  Never mind the ones that you vote to affect by spending ten billion tons more gold on more weapons thats only going to piss them off a bit so as they act not so nicely to their own folk and maybe seven thousand supremeley brave men get their heads copped off..... I hope that the party that day is going to be postponed in pious solidarity cos it looks good too......


A wise man, was there, and of course starts a decade on generally a dose of Primo helps...to question and debate himself, for at least a decade....without bothering anyone outside.... and certainly no one outside his own village......

And eventually, and things like these you can only see...if indeed you have children so that's what she can use in mitigation....cos its true, pitiful woman.....

You know you know...... There is only one way, ever....
I mean W~M~Terry is just dying of course to do the first lesbian kiss on The Whitehouse lawn .....   and we know what will get the sparks frissoning away......

But take a leaf, from just round the corner....... even in fascist~lite[oh yes tis.....behind the scenes and especially behind the doors of the reduced legal aid, couldn't~give~a~shit average lawyer, and crims aren't that daft, they don't, know, you know..... so... plea coppin even if yer never didit....] YUK


Even in  gun freeish YUK the coppers dont Taser people to death that often, for just a dribble down the corner of the glazed over swiveling eye...... weaponise, Mad~Terry.....and sooner or later....some fruitbat is gonna use theirs on you....too....even if your pathetic four submarines got lost years ago as the GPS dont...work..... and the sailors likely all on performance enhancing drugs but got the wrong colour pill in the dimmed light

So, you, Owen...grow ...up......



You cannot fake, or make up: 'someone better than me..i wish I could be..'

SO, of course.....
Well, maturity. Define...... well its perfectly exemplified in maybe just a couple of things, which is god only knows why [but the best bit, two of them..... both mothers, very responsible, very very good at "community" I have seen it in action..... " fuck I just hate humanity, have for years now....just want to be away from all their problems and...smell...."!! what joy....honesty, here...it was previously banned in case it affected twatting joy to the tourists and snake oil markets...... not any more, truth is beauty and smells better than fried newborn baby ferret barbequed real slow...... ]

Maturity, well.... of course every criminalCorp Journo who has a pair of wellies, despite real farmers wearing sandals due the heat and foot rot down at 'The Show...' ... Farming Today, way after todaya'Dawn's randy finger goes and ...well that's her prob.....
But maturity is at least a tad of ingnuity if thats the correct word for being decent rather disegenuous....
' Ehh for our younger listeners [big fat senior farmer] ... right wing governments shut down trading standards [as they have now Hereford first in YUK to be child raped of its services...hahh Ive had some fun with that, looking the so holier then every righteous thou dressed in Biba nuveua whateverspeaking of, "funny, that, everyone here says they are so nice and community alternative nice and hippy~chic perfect, maybe thats why they didn't have any opposition, too busy reminding each other how x y z...and got one over on y'all..."]....
[fat farmer, sounding very official]: '  SO we have reported Tesco to Trading Standards, for fraud....well, for the youth, if as we have voted in Powys for Tories, never mind one of our boys trying to kick off his perch, one who may just support the LEFT WING services we are relying on to try and give Tesco one up the arse for fraud as in fake farm labels when theyre already preparing to import South America by the ranch at -30% and +300% chemical in the DNA....'
' Left wing Socialist may actually keep the Trading Standards that fat Tories like me have had to resort to to try and protect my Farmers Union members from... rampant Toryism......'

 And then where do we go to...... ahh yes, just up the road.....


Maturity, is something like, when younger yes you operate on a wing and prayer and who knows what influences....  and then you maybe get to thirty odd or even a few years younger, you seem to get a gut reactive circumspection, well maybe you should.....




First thing, ughh.....

I mean I know, but few of them do... the occasional summer dawn enjoyed, out playing with the fox cub the local hunt didn't find and feed alive to W~M~Terry's Foxes.....
It used to be, that was in the era BC which ...hmm what does that stand for..... about five years ago they put on the night shift the real truly turdy criminals, who.... can't get a day job because they've only studied Politics in terms of Correctness, and fuckin glib little jingles which are enough to make you want to go and join the hunt (officially caught, bet they wont officially get life) ... they are all on job creation of course.... in the old days it used to be good, very...I shall never ever forget one old African woman, 4am ...peraps almost to the decade date, in real danger.... starting up a real, organisation, for real, poor people, no fuckin NGO fifty K discoveries involved or Terry Higgins cash..... a real woman, at risk of her village sticking her in a real ducking stool, and meaning it.....for just having a bug, so whats she do, goes and tells the world .....cos..... only be telling all, does all become normal such that you never actually need to tell anyone..... My only true heroine..... no, quotas, no fuckin vulnerability and quivver in her voice cos in fact her own office babes go on the telly and talk of the Wallasey woman actually being a rather confused lying cow......

No, her voice....was strong and fast and no nonsense.....and all the way till the wheels fall off and burn or more likely just for having one ordinary little bug, relatively speaking, you get a burning tyre put round yer neck...... thats what you call a real Coup.....

Anyway to make up the numbers they cram the World Service full of those, whose colour doesn't matter, but if almost all they can do rather than do the work and seek out real people to inspire with, who couldnt give a fuck about their colour, its their hairline they're a bit more concerned about...... and fill even the WS with fuckin latest so what a few dead in America....all night long......
Affluenza the Movie came true....so what we knew years ago, so leave em to indeed would be great if King Don got in and they pulled up their drawbridges, especially against the 95% of YUK MPs who have already been out there to strike pension deals on the latest big Phrama which they'll let in easily spesh if.....tbc, and it will be, but.....

Anyway that's for the criminal persecution.....for bleak~ignorance...cos even those maybe~existed Christians seemed to know in their fantasy tales, that having a few good examples is what News is for......

And any intelectual knew that all news hounds want only bad, so in fact didnt do their job propper and tell the half~Turk to think twice, or just think.....


Anyway thats not my business, I haven't even stated which side I am on, yet...and why......
You gotta read my~blog....very...carefully..... assuming makes an Ass out of you, not me..... never.....

SO, 4.20 Am....' hahhhhh....!!! .... well, that's what you call a real baptism.....[the zen, I mean the whole rest of the world would all be on their Facebook begging for attention, no...... someone who can sleep with randy ferrets and smile....well, maybe she started it, fuckin right ON!.....'

Anyway back to work, someone else's Coup...I have to admit I am only jealous of...... you wanna be a journalist, well, that's what I call a start.....


Back to real journalism even if of course ....well who says I am in the second hand Biz..... no one knows what I've been up to of late and why.....
Anyway..... it make the bile rise, I mean, in these time of 'politics' simply got stuck forever at 198...i forget I think 3 ...and a half.....


 And there is no way I am going to waste even one fuckin half a joule of my flagging energy to turn over my own copyright photo and look at the date...cos I know it will be there, always being a bit organised, despite ...them...is all t'sabout....ever.....

But what I don't get, really simply cannot for a second fathom...... even if this pile has been out for over a year..... thjose days, when only three of the half a million there would have a camera pointing anywhere..... what on earth was a very shy person, no idea really even why there....doing standing in the middle of the road as the mob stampedes down.....
And as the pictures speak of, loving it....








So, back to first thing...... hmm, why, this is a very rare thing, six hours only, oh well..... in that case get it finished..... maybe just once ina  while, the rules are for breaking and anyway someone who has learned the art of zen as I have that rumpus from not enough kip, I can keep it at bay...it's a true art especially with all this here goin on these last few mths,,,,,but..... that we keep for the greatest self help book of all times that already the local 'Christians' fear as much as if it had already been published [they do know] and sorted out rather a lot of Misunderstanding..... i.e. it's certainly their fault, too...and I have the data....

lost track, one called 'your sort' even if its not called anything, theres nuthin to call anythin and anyway 'your sort' wouldn't understand that so go back to school.....
that one, 'your sort' got 'updated' , now, except one problem, i never went back and updated it as planned, i just carried on, just to ruin everything......

So, what a grown up does.....

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Hahh hahh number 1 liar knickers at flashpoint..... all lies as my colleague heard firstanhand into his own ear ...may as well have been witchie crap the amount of truth then....

.....someone has just declared war in her very very  first official line.... with a woman who does have that twinkle in her eye ...... of that act of agression there is simply no conceivable other way of looking at it....
 ..... now, this really should be ...fun.
Time for holidays......

I assume [innix] ...makes an ass out of toi et moi...

this second tab is 'incognito' (another promise that's randomly intermittently a faulty lie.....I know, I've multi~idd a lot ...no more...Je sui, lui, oui... to be cont....spesh as thank god we have several months....)....  I mean how fuckin dare they, Evan, EMily, even the Ringer boys..... how dare they in this age of all charicature is 'bullying' caricature him as no sense of humour.... he may well have quite a few blind spots and that we can deal with, like I dare you mate, treble the so called mental health budget, not a hope in hell.... until that message goes out not only is sitting in the sunshine going to knock a lot off the bill, so its your own responsibility, to society to get up and do that, but even then...not til everyone, without exception thinks about all their neighbours..... and doesnt get arrested for that act..... [their default] not a hope in hell....especially when 'your sort' [hahh i won that time, for sure...] ... spout such utter self bumhole insertion strategies ..and dont DARE ever suggest they may not be quite, right.....unless you are me and have trained onesself to pity them all, and nerver even flinch a quantumly entangled eyelash..... but.....


I mean how dare they..... self depricating humour....a fucking smiley genius.....

ban all vox pop who 'i don't agree with his beliefs...' they're so fuckin prejudiced over ties and songs only Dave's mum can possibly sort them out.....which is of course exactly what they all secretly in their deepest darkest Hello magazine addled abysss of bourgeoisie Jonesiness want ....especially Owen's mum..... clearly....

And as for fucking [ copyright the great Irish pacifier etc] 'plotter' number one cry baby.....
So when Mister Junkers and Marie La... are sat over Absinthe screaming 'drink bitch... cos one thing for sure.....now you got us all into this mess [that isn't doubtless they've been listening too to every child in the land bubbling, about nothing new...just proof loads of fat Northerners went to Toremelinos and complained about the crabs, and funny food... and change takes a LONG time....]
.... luv, we control Les Douannes ourside.....  your people even get their cheaper ink cartridges from a UK company in fact flown in via Amsterdam or Lille...as the EU zone has since 1975 git rather more ...efficient...and you get them 5% cheaper that way and 5% inflation is a hell of a lot .so like with like is incomparable.....luv..... ..  you are so revenge~fucked its untrue.....  we can help, you help us......... its called bribary or blackmail......

'Now,  a nation of crybabies just like you baying for 'facts' about things that only crystal bollox know..... .... you should find lots of empathy and compassion when you go back your side, crying......  so lets use the Ab.... to spin into it some real horror stories ..... another sip, there's a good b****..... a word too good for crybaby Judy.....'

Backs, are for being lashed ..... and standing proud and making best jokes ever for such a 'nice man' fuckin patronising garbage Teletubbie land which does not deserve ['cultified' i heard today]him.......... they will be depriving all those yoof so desperate for a grandad they feel they just may be able to trust in the land that dot dot......
And as its their future... this MUST...get interesting.


Meanwhile yes for the men in those Martin Bell suits .....tbc.