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Wednesday, 20 August 2014

oranges and lemons...

which is just any old entitlement
OK...we don't do this very often indeed another first, over to the Lady...give up on the ordinary little machine which one smallest bit of software added, standard stuff... has become so clogged up with the kind of rubbish Francine spouts.... well

Now, there is nothing better than even if the blood is more mixed than the mix of unverified doggies ma... May....
Americans are dogmatic when Francine invites them on her show... "I mean Francine! ...I know her, spent loadsa time 20 years ago fantasising about her sunbathing topless on my lawn.... which she was... she's the kind who will have had one puff for journalistic research .... and otherwise utterly disdained it all!"

Anyway in ritualistic recognition of it it is time to buckle down and take the strap to her cute bum....
Time to degobit.... no more gobbledygook.

There will be no better story in a last legal case which is taking the side of a Jewish Arab...ehh.... well, which passport or indeed birthplace or actual growing up place...ehh ... is jurisdiction? hahh.... against, her....whom more than any (all so far mere amateurs, and I mean all whom Ive ever had the pleasure to meet, bed, suffer their scowls into my turn ~Ed back...
She represents it all....
The effete English and their middling class.... bottom of the class Francine Stock whom I hold joint enterprise liable
You see it is like this, last but one legal case as good as chops the head off a chap who even his vicar gives a good ref to.... just because he smokes a splif.... even if the bloods say he doesn't but he is man enough to admit the occasional homegrown

Now, I am an expert on evolution, my first love after the other few, espesh thinking mans crumpet Francine ~ gosh how i trembled her to myself in my little cave that decade and a half back...[true, and the way I fed her morsels so tenderly in the form of books she so needed for her cunning plots...].... As soon as mankind invents WORDS... then boats, holidays to other regions to nick their wimmin and grub... ehh, just about all the rest especially words because words cause artificial and fast moving change in habits that evolution has no chance of catching up with because although there is little doubt that Foxy Gould is right when hedgoggy Dawkins is just another Francine...same uni of course...  (Im assuming...same accent anyway)

For a British u (plus ca change the u and non~u) ... to be on her radio show with her usual ultra sexy voice that has said to me yes.... I want it....
(all i care about... my pleasure)
as they always do, making money never mind sucking up to the notion that the drug user of her class of course as in Aldous and Co...YET again god i had to put up with all this pants in my youth whilst at the same time discovering that drugs are largely horrid, serve absolutely NO purpose in expanding any minds.... that a clear head each morning is the only path to fucking enlightenment there ever was or will be....
(one NEVER remembers the insights..so called... even a few days on...its PANTS)
For Francine Stock to be making cash out of that myth, and even pretending she understands evolution and suggesting we may have further evolved through druguse in the ancient history of it...which NO ONE can figure properly because even in the case of man the hunter all the rest of his diet which was 99% carrion and pickled shellfish....and roots man.... which leave far fewer traces....
which ...
Francine finds drugs sexy...but her Oxford mates who rule law... ban for life the father whom may just have had the odd spliff... on the basis of the odd splif.... ignoring the odd splif that mum may have had two....
from being father......
(thats last but one case...)
Is simply evil...and sums up the nasty Uclass structure that is still here alive and well as ...

But evolution, how dare she..... to the well read who isnt caught in the tide quite obviously stuf like the quite likely ebbs and flows of holidaymakers here and there going back long ago never mind some regions allowing 100 wives others several others ..
due words...notions.... beliefs...memes to use Dawkins excellent notion....
Is totally and utterly fucked in the format it essentially is in the pre~belief state....

And to suggest that we may "KNOW" that one fucked up hippy 20thou years ago trying his latest herbal cocktail may have sought some insight in how to live more successfully than the tribe on man eating Amazons next door who use men for seed cocktail machines and fatten em up on the choicest turtle brests cos they discover the sperm cocktails taste nicer....

and thus is more evolutionarily viable....

shows how bad it really really is.....

Never mind the notion that it will get even more impossibly stasis....
Britons ~ brown ones,  chopping off "american" heads... in brownsville ... girl, Francine! you really really need some work on that head too as well as those lovely breasts...

My man...he is mine.... my Brownsville Jew.... and he is just the New Age ordinary chap gets involved with some ordinary lizard...and she no legal beagle except in the laws she tramples on.... sums it all up.... there is no more race
There is only the mix.... as there's been for one hell of a long time anyway and all Francine wants is to pretend that the EFFETE BRITISHERS ... somehow have some special relationship...
with of course the god she'll never have the depth to bother figuring cos its so complicated....
which is great cos when its as complicated as evolution is unknowable... it aint.

(bad vibes today cant rif.... back to real life.... it matters)

My BJ ... hahh no, we shall call him not Uri..... BJ....
matters.... and getting his kids back even more..... which the likes of Francine of course couldn't give a shit about...nor the last little encounter on... the local kids of where her holiday home was... wanted to borrow one of her cast off tape recorders to make a video diary of why their footie pitch may be bulldozed to make an old folks home.... doubtless hubby Rob would be making a Bob or so off in poshbuilder world... thats all she could manage as bloke....
What a disappointment but then the curse of that valley...gets em all.....
As the silly Ranbow Circle .... cant stay still enough ADHD to ever figure that geography...matters....


Now before being distracted to ADHD death by.... and turning off the wireless angrily oh yes....

Hahhh hahh hahh all summer a masterclass on how to prepare your own indictment....
So if the new bill includes "humiliation" ... well, even if every legal case Ive looked inside and they are mainly ordinary woman v man... ehh whom once created a child "in love" the usual bit of spin i luv entering the dark abyss of the menopausal whole... me needing to write up their lost love...
and its CON sequences that follow...
which include a hell of a lot of financial distress ansd humiliation for EVERY chap ever ..
hmmm... well if there were a gaolco that specialised in all wimmin clinks... I would be buying shares...
But of course that is in some other universe where....  logic works.

Even so says Evan The Toffograph and Sunshine seem to have twigged .... what a larrfff ehh....

I should dob myself in.....
espesh when the humiliated knew... who.....
(testcase thats an ode and poem even if not my messed 'tup.....)









Now, gentle....only gentle. No one is excluded ever from any peaceful possibility. Anyone can turn around... But not only the media, the politicians never mind the head choppers really do simplify it all far too much: "Jew" ... Palestinian.
Basic psychology may state that the person brought up in part hiding, for almost all his Jewish childhood ... even if one with the early dawn moaning and wailing so can one call onesself a "Jew"  .....may lack confidence.

The problem is, if one has as one's last case one which one so damn cares about that one has to try to bolster the punter by a bit of berating..... hmmm....
Anyway, working for the Jew, but the ps ms and laws talk about being outdated... ... the blood is as mixed as my fofraged wood from this and last year must be so as to work....

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

picture of .....
two firing buttons pressed.
One for him...and one for me.

Anyway, back to reality....." in my house, balls to the freedom of speech, the demos....the protests...the education....I am the BOSS!..."
 god.... surely the sexiest possible woman on the planet....cos she means it....and furthermore, is up to it...too
In which case all pejoratives.... have indeed like almost all words..... failed. Civilisation, failed.

And wethinx we know who's to blame......
Next time, you can be the captain and I will draw the chart..... this bitch...is mine. Even if the chart says she will never even for a moment know. Well that's plan A... the easy way ~ because no matter how dreadful the opponent, and surely this one must take the other~solar~system~dust medal, and many in the environs grace her with just such acolade, ignoring her little foibles.........you always have to assume they can turn around.... that is the only humanitarian law I know of.....

(the subdivision of the oral blog, occasionally on duty: "so, surely logic says if as everyone who contacts me these days [for about the last 5 years] states that their ex is the maddest baddest bitch/ Families Need Fathers member but ignoring their ethos ...ever .... well, doesn't logic state that, and i dont lie....if you ALL claim that medal.... well, first equal means .... not really....")


So, for the budding lawyer, even if no buddy..... or the young woman just opening her results and pondering....
But what is this thing called law? deep down.....
There really is only one answer which is Mr Zimmerman's we live in a political world....even if the high priestesses of moon charts on ebay refuse to sully their silhouette with such simple 'twerealwayslikethats ...
And the second answer is it is such a ridiculous shambles that even really thick QCs who can't manage class 9 logic somehow manage to

(time...its time to stick that back on...loud..... )

make a very good living

And the new heights are to get your own radio 4 show.... (Gareth don't! never...be silent.... yes the law was only ever even the most obviously nasty must have some right of reply.... what a woman~silent too....innit funny how the great wimmin have chaps names...espesh George...the greatest)...and fucking fawn around fat old gits who know the law is so wonky but just play the radio 4 memoirs game....

The law is only about spirit.... set your desk up in a fine sunny spot..... yes you have one version of the representation planned for weeks ~ carefully collected into scraps of fagpacket notes torn off and filed under what a file was invented FOR!.... sorry, folder.... theyre not taught that in school either even....

have one's playlist at hand... except of course all the various gizmos dont talk top one another without a consultation fee...and thats if you can figure their account details..... which no one has enough time in the world for keeping on top of any more......so go back to basics.....
rev up and......
chuck it all away....and just rif.....

As was said .... "this will be my last..... and that does not mean that it will be processed carelessly...it means due the various elements that kinda, well, some may say are revenge......even if it is just closing the circle...... " ..... remember, it is only ever theatre......
lives may be at stake.... but the only way you win...is by as she knew... the act

But enjoy the performance... that's the key...... if the Popes can despite a promising start, recall the crusades..... I know what mine is.





"poverty is a weapon of mass destruction..." really.... try telling that to the dishoused of Damascus....

Never mind that making do and mending even the smaller bombholes is the only remedy to disappearing up ones own bumhole I know....
It is called spirit.

Poor Rev Jackson.....  Holding up not just the chockie girl who simply should not exist never mind turning the trials of life into a joke in a manner none of her Egbaston colleagues would even get is the only ever way to be....The same old struggle created one of the very few good minds I have heard in YUK for a hell of a long time...Mr Simons of The Projects....

Now, "the clue is in the name"

Having decultified several...... and how I have! .... the more my scholarly barel rolls into their ups and downs and roundabouts takes me.... one realises what a dangerous religion the loadsa diferent interpretations over the milennia of just one attempt at the mystic and translating it

(hmm wonder if it worked? god the modern day slave is so so bleak within....not even frightened of the schitzoid voice..planted...as a doing the opposite item on the agenda.... )

by the so called Christian faith...as Blind as all the rest even if maybe each faith may indeed livein its own universe....and thats the deal.... (complicated philosophical treatise in the can...of worms)

Not that I give a maggoty sheep's testicle for it.... gosh what a dangerous theosophy.... and I did not know that when making confession to the Imam, one stands aside him, as if to represent both the preacher and pleb are on the same journey in unison..... even if in their particular calendar they are about 500 years behind so better get their skates on to catch up

So, a Freedom of Information request, otherise known as stick it on the rack.... "so cmon whats the solution! ... it is your adulthood, that fine Welsh miners in Emlyn's Ode knew should start 12ish.... partly at any rate..... which will cover the next 50 years of gunrunning to the oilstates.... too backwards to have developed their own Ratheon just yet...."
"well, ehhh...all the countries should get together and go put tables round the outskirks with aid and piles of cash to buiy off the worst elemennts.... or some would say just shootem which of course is a Ferguson speciality...."

In YUK, even a very successful student.... is not taught about the coppers
 (perhaps too busy being bombabrded by silly "world days" today our world humanitarian day hey...)...established 24Oct1945.... the world copshop..... and of course politics (this person studies even if the Canadian didnt get that her man was the man til he didnt do a Hullman Mr Ignatief)  is far more complex than just one sounbyte as in certainly the last few decades endlessly undermined by those nice Americans..... most seem to agree with....

So what does one do when, by dint of what must be the most deRenaissancing culture ever such that one cannot even discuss with a youngish British the simplest of common areas such as why the UN may exist, there is no longer any common paralance ... (interesting paper a year back developed further by me ... it really is about talking the same language, what education may largely be for)
The fundamental historical development of the last one~whole~lifetime for the average chubby chockie in Yankeeland.... and that's if one removes the lead~in~the~head figures from the equation....
is not even taught in British schooling.....

No one any more...to talk with...... even of course if 'twas always about the sozzled again only wise man i knew....




"if Britain is to tackle it's housing crisis..."
Funny that, just in the few hamlets dotted around my roamings.... in a not even very desirable neck in the woods.... so many empty bedrooms....all those greedy folk who must have big houses to themselves

Never mind the so called Greens who seemingly smell far far more profits from the Kingstone Kerfuffle and othersuch ecodevelopments which are only ever going to make up a few percent of the stock.... but of course their pension funds will not be as healthy (the private ones, the ones which may have rather more kind than cash in)  if they rather focus on tarting up the current....


Monday, 18 August 2014

the unshown photo (all infills of late just plain old group c...except one or two and i shall not be the first to spend the second half just busy happily [is that a sin too, if you know what it is? means...]: reordering a few thousand others with the appropriate captions.... and translations...

"so what is that screwdriver to represent.... ?"
"no not that you were wrong as you state that because I am experienced and have gotten this far it does mean that I am nearly always right....[and the always focus on the self of course is just like the press release.... in that chapter long gone...and may yet have the same bitter lemon in the mouth as ending.... but wisdom is the getting of a taste for all of it....and not really wincing at any quincing.... ever.... even if one must act to the contrary...act is a nuanced word]  ....

hahh hahh hahhhhh beyond belief.... is beyond belief, but I do agree with the conclusions: egotism, greed, (even if the former and latter no one can describe them in common~man terms..... ) and ...good old as my bookshop was called as skit on my customers...needing to make a living and there are certain redline sins a sin not being asw available to kid as poss....
acedia....
hahh the lesson for the day thereby endeth.....
even if that on a and b aint even started yet...........
hahh you have to laugh, i still can...
except would rather have noted the original, from a few hours ago....and with the impossibility even to figure....what is "doing the opposite"....cos most of the rational of course didn't work....

"those good old Americans always arive at the sane solution...after trying every other..." hahh hahh wonderful, reason for not pulling the plug...there is always something left to be amused by that even ten lifetimes wouldnt allow....

Ego....  hahh .... the problem with religion is a work in progress so many eternal interpretations...when there used to be eight deadly sins one was grief, another sadness....
which of course in balance must be excluded Buddhist wise....
 But hell it sure gets complicated, even when they've been superseded by a whole new OS they're still arguing about what the eight actually meant...

All I know is.... this one which would need a clue as you'll never ever get it....
is a rather good example of....

 (i will always win, the sin of, it is my job...)

methinks there is only one real sin.... and that is not working hard to let a child understand the simple facts of life... and a little thoughtfulness too....  and it all takes a long long time....
And is hardly even begun by two parents together never mind there not being two...when there could be...
never mind using them as letter opening knifes to slash at one another with...

sprit, define

how weirdly easy was that.... even if she may have a bit to learn about ....well...she's unlikely to learn it here..

if only the whole country could click on this and go to ....ok needs a bit of context being the preceeding ten minutes of insight that is all there ever was....
just click at 28:45 ..... there is no freedom of speech...no freedom of choice...no democracy.... in my house....

but it is the delivery.....
You perhaps cannot learn, can only...live


good god....at last ...I'm new here..... the silly tart actually used my REAL name..... despite the year of beatings.... co~written into the legal case..... which will blow a fuse in the AGs office never mind the PMs... never mind rewrite psychology espesh in respect...fuckin respect= admitting in respect of the mind..... it works....
but we better put this post back to drafts..... cos it'll spoil the fun

soul and... a job+ means..... only one person inspired me a week back to shout out.... [have the steel~eye span of the heart and soul and spirit.... and LIE!]
"look tart...I am a spiritual* man.....a bit.... at least respect the wahtever iot may be such that i know what respect means and i always try to follow simplest rules of respecting even the enemy's stuff in his garden shed..... when i enjoy myself clearing up his mess.... i will ALLways respect anyones stuff and if someone dropped their watch at mine in a joust to the death....his stuiffmay be important to his kiserable little soul..... but whatever babe...i know that spiritual means ....every dawn a new dawn..... now you read that as you may....i shall be waiting..... at Dawn tmor..... its Up To fuckin nasty selfish little solo princess ...You...."

*this is known as a white lie,  because that word makes me physically sick and it aint placebo either,i would never have had the cheek to utter even 3 years back.... copyright not me... cos gifts come in all flavours, and bitterest may work for some....

And of course...it cannot work.....even if delievered without the f words which are never ever the weapon...its the nuance... the elan... the absolute cast iron act... that i couldnt care less...for her

(so is the underpleb ready...to join her sister..... and see the next lesson promised many a moon ago..... (we're taking down the moonbeam vendors...or of course as it always is esses...
...for her own eventual good of course though playing god is all the silly humans can ever accuse one of... rational philosophy has brought us ..well me anyway...to a place called post renaissance even if Cameron taking us back pre.....
where we must raise above all fear and afront if we do the one most agressive thing....to understand... and write well bouTiTtall....)

understanding and a good jokey take on it all via a serious book.....is the only game in the weapons race.....
that'll ever win in the end even if interuptus for my lifetime.....

oh yes so the old couple on radio 4 who pretend they are big whizkids by paying to go on rollercoasters paid for by someone else invented by someopne else to give creeps like them safe cheap thrills...then radio 4 lets them eulogise on that rediculous matter when they could be chucking their cash at youthclub building projects instead of "were going to rollercoast til we die or can no longer stand..." sums up thios pathertic country so when I am ready...I am off

innabit which in a devoted fathers language can mean it may take a hell of a long time but eventually.... and one must never give up the dream

and she my sis.....

who is the she though? of course that is up to her....

Hahh psotscript: cos i always miss the punch...... multitasker krypton plus levels that ANYone can manage regardless ofr a bit of a flap or not...
whata  rif youve no even first idea.....



only one....has ever merged soul...... and spirit.....


so where was I.....??


 only the aunty totalitarian.... could get this

Every day, (god WHHAT a show.... i didnt think i didit....but holding the rail for company.... [for the nation that yes it comes back... on the wireless an elderly couple one with a bit of joint stiffness labeled Arthur.. the other someotherprob.... [rev it up Aretha Over and over as if were up there on the highest ever loop..... get down babe....all shouldbe purple the colour of the thief.... even the magpie isnt....but ive known a few human Maggies....go for it....cos its all just about the laibia did i remeber the spellin thattime...

cos its never just about all that....its about battery......
and not talking hens....
its about a jolly good slap.....
only one would dare to make her story......



" shut the fuck up....I KNOW what is important....!"
"the only reason you are here is to learn that the Musicals failed..... in the old days Oliver RESPECTED Fagin...well just a bit.... when i have screamed a HUNDRED times the 1000 pages of angel nonsense that we are about to publish.... as proof of evil intent..... are NOT important even if jolly good fun... because even if in this case quite a few know the authentic living~the~bloginess behind THIS work of fantasy..... and that it works.....
In real life, the version we can't reveal quite hyet as there's a SEEquence.....
The abductress could just as well claim it was all a work of pretence...... fiction, a joke, on everyone whom one day would find it.

Which of course cannot be recalled..... even by quite well trained paralegals in supposed assistence.... because no younger person below the age of 45 can ever again spell never mind understand the word...respect..... even when they fucking preach it! from the pulpit.....

So, back to my own lovely world, of no superstition (sad default to the norm...not mine) ....just the most occasional "ritual"~pretence.... that the last day of the Augst flowering..... the last petals to fall to the floor...represent give up hope..... but of course (hmm who was it? some wiseone.... "the dreadful middle class crass line that they come back...nope, only to pinch a fiver out ya wallet for their fix...cut attachments like cut flowers mean...death)

live:

EUREKA! that should have quotes roundit...i got it! the line....!! even if first rough notes as is all 3 mil words so far.....
....soul, is like Steely Dan and their lyric moaning about things arent the same as they used to be...meaning folks.... spirit (apart fropm challenging folks to be diferent...cleverly...endlessly, nastily even....cos we can all always turn around as the greatest spritualist spoke whilst distracted by the endless inability to have sprit evidenced by his own inability just to grow up and grow out of the junk.....as ANYone can.... if I can, even if only playin at it for a few years 30 years agone...and unlike Will Self~the problem, would never ever suggest it is cool middle aged to smoke the junk on the PMs private plane....it is rather pathetic in the nth degree ask mee...as there is only one definition of success and that is to navigate the airspace and turbulence of the human condition, laughing at it... gliding through it....with no props....)



anyway only one babe did sex....




but only one babe, looks forward...to descending from her tower each morn....to taunt her brethren....

Then turns it into a story....her story..... no matter what, sharing her spirit with the world....for me
to share with my pathetic students such that they may EVER get...what sex means.....
never mind spirit

(i alwaysw do fiferent with one f... remeber without the second m.... and the rest is just such a frantic hurry cos I FINISH MY WORK WHEN I WANT even if Ogle only shows up at work by lunchtime...so Ill be fucked if I even bother to write a line asking which syndrome which even in Leominster the main reseller of garbage is nowadays the lady...[dont know for sure but an intuitive guess] plasters her shop window with come and have your ADHD and childhood aiments tested and cured....)
And Leom was meant to be above that kinda shit.....
cos Londoners from the slums surely knew even the wonkier ones...are just part of lifes rich tapestry never mind quite as capable in their own field of endeavour so just stop taking it all so seriously....which of course is what the middlegaed middleclass will die out from
all that worry and concern... that little Emma or i lee.... has something they must fix....
which any animal handler knows all yougsters have a sixth sense intuiting....when one is calm or not..
when there is or is not ...zen
And if there aint...its never no good...period.




she's BACK!!


"can you.....

...go see if the lights are on...something has been knocked or disconnected..."

which was last line of a poem about ...
how to encourage one's slave
to do The king's bidding....

"youve failed"

hahh missed the important bit.... that email to Primus Saver long ago, sums up how the word "communication" has simply been hiacked with the marketeers ~ as in as in the average email account and even twatter harass daily with their opinions...
that is THEIR opinions....
innix

when one writes a rather fabulous not even vaguely Reardonesque email (Hunter invented so no credit, even if Hunter just copying Gilray or even William S....not much is truly new.... )
to primus saver saying that one wishes and asks for NOTHING, not ever sponsorship.... not even a discount on the office line.... to write about the fact that despite lousy cust service ~ morons whom cannot even manage basic english as their supervisor in Glasgow admits...ontape..
(irrelevent but i predict all will have to go headcam always first before morality can ever again be understood)
when one writes stating that I would like some info on usage to HELP the cause, which is by dint of playing with the uppermiddleclass chatterati.. the kind who would read something and say oooh nasty ...but if an "on my daughters life" were smattered here and there stating that PS are utterly amazing despite Kirsty Williams failure to role broadband out to the fringes.... which will always be the case....
its called economics and the only answer has always been the Basque Solution....
never mind that by nationalising the 200 odd initial telegraph companies in the US and making it all work ubiquitously did a national phone service ever get rolled out.... and remain ubiquitous until it was safely secured as national, and that may take fifty or more years...as it did.
ie America based on communism. REAL communism.
(and too stupid to figure)

You write to PS (IN TRIPLICATE AS IS ONES WONT IN THE AGE OF THE vOGON BUREAUCRAT THAT spirit MEANT IT GOT READ OUT SAT NEXT TO ESTELLE ON pRIME TIME RADIO) ACC CAPsaying
lOTS OF DEACCCAP.. LOTS OF c2S AND ABOVE READ A BLOG HMM THAT FAILED DO IT AGAIN...

 oohhh whiteys just dodged afront in the relay....

and blackman .... is just used as stereotype in the i got bad credit ad that means we can bring it to you no copyright....


where were we.... letter email and phone mess..... "hey guys [using their parlance] loadsa c2s read the blog.... and above, maybe too.... i WILL be telling them about Primus Saver because i WANT you to succeede so that your fab rarely down cheapest of all supplier service (despite what the morons of this hillock in the hills talk out of their bollock brains..) ...and i only do factysplease.com until i lost it due not being able to kleep up with the fees... the price...you pay.....of getting yer legover.... even just a bakers doz of times....
accepted, just a trade.....
Look, guys n gals....  how can i talk about your service in a way that fits in with your (YOUR) future plans because being selfish and only caring about myself having signed up i want YOU to succeed because unlike Dave and co i KNOW
That confused.com is rigged and always will be....
Never mind working out which so called moving house service is vaguely pure as the driven...
never mind there b eing enough time in this universe to keep on top of the admin each time they promise no hassle switching... the greatest lie ever
The Tory governement has become premised upon.... what a policy ehh?

... to which one, despite even making it personal "hey guys.... the reason i signed up with you rather than a competitor just a tad cheaper....is you guys...told your story..... you said in your promo were just a bunch of guys, working hard, making mistakes, doing your best.... human.....
And you didnt even have the humanity to even acknowledge with one line the email
what a load of fucking wankers.......simple as, they knew about wankers in the bible.....even if the whole of latter day christianity became almost premised on stamping on their libia .... a wanker is a wanker...and always will be, which is of course the problem being masturbation is not only far safer sex....infact its far more fun than ever bothering with the weirdness of 99% of British femininity....
For whom sex is such a confusing...game..... even the ones who state they arent really sexual beings (lady ...in red)
god you have NO idea how lovely that last bit is for the writer.....typing with no time to even look at the keys so fast never mind think

Which sums up your society has NO hope......

unless......







silly me, no he can't have it [innix] being he's fat....so fat

Hahh....as if to prove my own so often oralblogged point..... several months of not quite one's allocation of 7 1/2 hrs.... (that was acc innix,  shouldv just been the quite innix....
I do love this, Ive found my own poetical means.... far in advance of what the Polish woman accused me of 3 years back

 Slow down, and type well, such that one is not prejudged a madman, because I know who is mad.... and itinnit me...
Being as your Google spellchecker cannot even have a jolly good nine hours, rest well, having stuffed onesself with three banquets.... and awake refreshed and ready to understand....

Which is all you really ever need because sleepless in Seattle or Sennybridge...still leaves you suffering not being able to sit back and drowsily see the bigger pix...

make do and mend also means dash around the topographical features and find some sunshine to sit, here, it's my castle.... and of course the toilet cleaner wouldn't even recognise the great soul

Now, of the few things that trouble me, it was always that black white thing, because it is so hard to understand. Having brought onesself up on Antita Baker's Rapture, Watch Your Step surely one of the greaqtest of them all.... well, it is like this: the oralblog (with elves sat around as the backing singers "yes he really does meanm this, he preaches and lives by it daily.."  )  " I came to a conclusion a few years ago that music [and latterly but only revisiting what i knew 25 years ago snubbing the Comedy Store...] hasn't worked... 90% of lyrics are supposedly lefty liiberal, yet of the fair few [by accident! never ever ever sought] Ive encountered from that world...e every single one wouldnt even recognise their own selfishness and lack of any insight whatsoever....
And it is incredible if you think about it, politicians even, actors,  even biznisswimmin.... scientists.... often come up later with at least vaguely inteligent attempts at some good writing about what they have discovered as they mature into insightful or even inteligent midlleagers....
I am not aware of any musician who has ever managed this~ every attempt is tinged with crass rubish ...dot dort dot...
never mind how it is curious but so many echo, true, that for all sorts ofr reasons society i.e. people have become so more self serving, only ever, in reality....behind their smiles and Evan Davies little chuckly chat.... in parrallel with the period, historically chatting, when popular music has becom the soundtrack to almost everyone.... no I don't listen to much at all...it doesn't work.... indeed may be the problem...
And as for folk making a bit of a living (they deny of course) on the periphery of it all.... as maybe managers, the hustlers and their games [hmm is that a Dylan line i forget...]
hahhh what a joke.....
(ive got a book of them coming out...jokes about em...)


But forget all that..... all that interests me many years is those wonderful black folk..... quite simply cannot ever be surpassed in respect of their ability to wail out their soul....
Except of course for their equal.....

But it is like this, the greatest orator for centuries their King... the bravest protestors... by far the greatest Mass of ...well just take


fuckin respect....and thats BOTH ways honneee...

 Anyway, all very simple....it comes....this morn.....

Ferguson county..... a blackman is stood next to a white sherif.... ISIS have broken through the cordon, and the plastic vest turns the whole scene...into rasberry jam

The blood of the black man and whitey in pools that once were their bodies .. that fill and merge...... you can't see which is which in the remix....


But, why?... why with the best tuines numerically arent they in charge, and most end up very fat and on junk....
I think it is in the words...... there is soul, but spirit perhaps more than anything is the opne thing that many fail in, and that includes the pretty lousy Maya.... if ever theere was a making~up~the~quotas....

Spirit is that wish also to turn your hell, and we all go through one hell or other.... into the wildest funniest ballet/musical/ or tv show...or film, or .....Dickensian diatribe....ever
(not prostituting via the perfect four minute of wall to wall sound...he ended up mad n bad too...)
It is the solution....
Or at least is the sticking plaster upon the splits in the skin so fat it cannot even hold itself in any more.... those plastic vests just being a diversion.....
Far far more people are dying of blubber than if a whole squadron of plastic vests were to invade....but of course no gunrunners make mucgh cash from dealing with our own domestic little crises.... with LAW
That should state Morrisons have conned you, the bottom shelf economy line of crackers i picked up a year back... on a busy day.... wandering out to knee the bishop in the balls on film a little later.... saying to myself "i didnt see the word biscvuits on the packet that said savoury crackers...".turning to the jukie next cubicle, "ehh your eyes better... so just how many percent sugar IS this...?"
Thirty years lof stupid people pretending to Evan Davies and Sara the whitest bitch.... that their little fidgeting initiatives will ever work.....
And you alljust lapped up.... their growing sugar mountain... the cheapest way to get you hooked...and baited...and swallowed....all in one....
And as mydoc ...(on tape) ...states..... "Im in favour of it all..... smoking to diabetes... thatll cull the detrius..... the only way we can possibly aford even half a health service even in a few years..."



Or, it is by telling a simple story, that no few verses can match....... that CHANGES people.....

That is what the soul masters need to perhaps learn.....
Arrogant of me to suggest they havent, but .... I havent heard much evidence ...yet 

And there is a bit after the yet acc innix ..which may take a few hours to bring to you.... but...it has been on my list yonx so time to catch up











So, (really must.... get back to those draft posts,...)

Who is the BBC twat from The Media Show...friaft.... ? forget his name that serious tone, of course misses the fundamentals (as do all the chatterati whom you don't seem to realise have so much more "power" than ever before, on the ground.... the silly Green Councilors can only huff and puff whist the Herefordshire airs ~ [note to self where the fuckin ague ridden hell did that come from, the "Classic Serial" Richard the third or was it mk2..yestaft..... hilarious! ... : ] ... whilst the air fills up with the atoms of chemical and plastic chickens and their shit which are all permission planned to turn this county into a rival for Scunthorpe.... and their megga chicky facts.... [how curious, the Bulmer man... doesn't he know that they'll spoil his view too...if Daphne couldn't beat them back...well, who does he think he is.....] .....
business is the number of councilors you have in your pocket. Always has been and twill ever thusbe....

He can't bring himself to say "despite the made~for~telly search.... there is pleb~law and even the law wouldnt dare to hauil Cliff back from his hols, which wopuld be automatic via an intl arrest warrant if an ordinary pleb were so guilty that an early morning rumble was granted by the magistratates..
But then what they also dont mention that most folk are remanded because their lawyers are so utterly on the pop that they can't read a courty order saying what is alowed and what isn't to be left online.... and thats a rather experienced one....
Which may be the actual reason their remand is only ever remand rather than an actual guilty of anything....
Which is what a successful appeal IS.... despite the Mail and Co which of course always term it as a technicality
Our society only is, has become, only who has a bigger office to work the technicalities in ones favour ....

no Miss Ogle spell check she on a long hol......
SO, being as the energy so magnificent..... time for the next phase.....NOW! orelse I shall invent a new disease for myself

hahh, good job I looked.... for some badly~bought~up~child reason the last post which was actually the first post.... wasn't turned by the post button into a post.... so it slumbered in drafts ...
til i noticed i usually wouldnt bother
short version, the last two posts are in the wrong order


yes or no

no quotes in solidarity with the famous meanness, only cultural of course being that even Jim The Scot they discovered had DNA likely rather South of where he sounds like ees from.... 

No, because the cultural conditioning* *old words no need to have ever replaced, is along the lines of the most beautiful of all religions, that of Make Do and Mend...which just about every pretend not~posh, but deepdown posh wanting to bring out their own Nigella onnit ... bloody middle class just~a~bit~upper English woman has for the last few years wished to climb on my bandwagon...

And if you want a perfect masterclass on meanness.... wait til the next phase, except of course those Northern~living regardless of DNA are so maudlin due too fuicked up to get out in the sunshiine, they wouldn't glow as they're revelling in their meanness...as do I..
so, yes...

Yes, bugger off, because the arts in Scotland (vis film last nt, but then we knew it with Iaian Banks some decades ago) ... so utterly gloomy, never mind characters displayuing such ignortance that what the real problem is is get rid of the Southern parasites whom produce such nonsense....
bring back some of that number 1 sexy scene of all time, being its likely banned to eulogise upon Agutter up the tree.... 
(Rolph et al really do need to put on the Appeal form as mittigation so so allsweeping that they should all be pardoned..)

Virginnia MacKenna up to her crotch in a freezing Scottish bay, rescuing some saeabird if my memory serves me well.... but it wasn't the seabird one couldn't take ones eyes of....
Talk about the one piece of cinematography, even the tries~too~hard Bacall couild not for a flutter of a dying birds wing, ever dream of replicating as the sexiest scene ever of all filming..... cos she smiled. Glowed.
Now if that were somehow reproduced nowadays and the film meant it....well, let them back in...or it would be worthwhile hitting the chariots with the You Are Part of Europe Too, so Please Let europe be....

No, the lawyers will make sure it'll cost you a fortune
No, dave et Al will ensure that there is only one game in town, and the only game which will ever work is multilateral (it ain't me Hammy! [Mo]..look its all the rest too....)  and must be as peaceable and paying off the gunruners in return for a 5 year quarantine on hols perhaps on some Russian owned eastern Med Isle




yes, because (if you want to know all you need to know about economics and local gov) England has over the last few years applied its Quantative Easing measures (which even an 11 year old partly educated by me can now get: printing cash, i.e. a leftist strategy...so despite right wing mentalities that have mushroomed as if Worcester woman would happily work all her life in a mushroom factory on a zero hrs contract, no holiday or bank hol benefits, which the European Union does its best to balance~ until the next con comes along) .. into building Granny homes for smelly old bags, the ones who manage to retain their pot of often nicked cash.... and live a bit longer than their contemporaries... by dint of the extremely convaluted HMG gives a cashback to the banks whom then lend at lower rates to the homebuyer, which of course is bad journalism you'll say as its the youngsters that benefit firswt timers, no it aint because they fuel the first step of the ladder which then means the higher up steps then get higher and Grannie can remortgage and lend out cash to her middle aged family thus ghettoising just about everyone else...
Or in short England has for almost ever put gov cash into posh middle England homes.... whereas the European Central Bank is soon to attempt to print cash and chuck it at small business....
And if I were sane and had the choice, well I would rather go and attempt to ally myself with that particular Big Bro .. keneconomics...
WHich may just be a little less rickets infested than the Enghlish version which as sure as buzletts are buzies... will once again in a few years end up in tears..... And even more loadsa jumping off bridges...

Or the bit I get so bored by, the moaning,....

Cos make do and mend works as a religion, faith..... never mind dance, and means to educate the younger gen into what of course they need
the zen
And you don't need expensive therapists or counsellors.....
Just me.



Sunday, 17 August 2014

(I do..)

hmm that shouldn't be possible from here...

even if i started to type ABOVE the image

entitled: no, no matter what ego battles, always think of the kids....

and no one heard.... not even the chair.....

sums em ...up
their froggy king nonsense...

Now, revenge, you see..... there you are working for an actual bombmaker (yes even here...unknown til the end ..his shillings in my bumbag.) who pretends to be a farmer

Who, now if you want to know what selfish atomised cunt means.....it means when the man of the land (me) is working on the land of another man of the land (even if it is paid for 20 years ago by making~bomb cash...which is the truth of the Marches...and their friends)

All of which one can just about forgive as in poor deluded youth.....
But at 74 with a very expensive caravan hidden away ion the ouitside shed never mind two spanking brand new motors in the drive, in the hills up above the supposedly nicest destination for years....
( a genuine part time sheep farmer...)
The worker shows his paymaster (an hour ramble down to the shops...) his gardening gloves... splitting at the sides and a sincerley enjoyed project underway of shifting by shovel 16 tonnes of shingle...
shows the man who moans about the madness below, and all the madness in the council.....

yet, despite the spied later several pairs of quite ordinary, fairly used but still plenty intacto £5 gardening gloves in his greenhouse ...several pairs...
Does not even for a moment pomder he may lend them to the jolly labourer.... or his underling even nicer....

Justice is, well, the well prepared humble man never goes anywhere without his needle and thread in the gobag...
justice is well in that case I shall do my sewing at his £8/hr....
But even better justice is..... just a little later....same small town environs....
being given back that which the lamb should always have had....
even if I was wrong.....
I missed out the 99p.....

later:





common...sense....
(the actual movie 3 of about 5 is so interesting even if the selfie stickthingie beyond one's so modest means.... of course all is cliche however the theme began many months back in the Crusade.... what do things MEAN..simple common law and common phrases.... that the poor befuddled and overwhelmed even inteligent young person simply is too lost to follow....
[the religion of simplification never mind doctrine.... and the wonderful Pakistanman sums it up... "the West simply fail to understand that with the exception of Afghanistan there is now no morality ion Paki or plenty of Otherstans..... it's all become entirely about materialism and consumerism...[never mind the one they dont like speaking of which is so many bonkers and entirely incorect interpretattions of their own cobbled together diaries and notebooks and to~do~lists called... their bible ~sucha  waste of time even cant be bothered to remind self of the spelling via the wikis which will likely have as many variants in spelling as the silly doctrines they pretend to gather into one Caliphate.... "

It is all a big complicated mess....
Almost all brownpeople I'm afraid are motivated only by stuff.... (expensive Humvees handed out like sweets you never know who they'll be swapped with somewhere down the line for naughty nudie postcards)

In which case ignore.....

And focus on our own youth who quite simply are so lost that they can't even figure simple things like, having spent last year several days repainting the top of that old table...all waste vanity...and some pride obtained from the satisfaction of standing and staring on ones careful works... maybe even years on....
"dont use that fucking great big industrial sized stapler to pretend you care about my religion of fixit.... on the fucking tabletop that you know full well is as fragile as the ...dot dot....."

Having yestertday met the cause...of the failure to have any common sense.... despite their pretence at sedition.....
We are Full Circle....
In a parrallel universe where circles are infinite and never join up.

So, time to leave.... or at least begin the tidying up the mess of one's life first.....

And then, THE great motivational tune comes on........

(just remeber, La Svengalette...... He, was a..Pole...)

They won!

(not that one follows any of this....any more.... 1500odd Gazan civvies, probably half kids... : 3 Israeli civvies...not kids [that can be proven, hard facts]..)
White Western fidgeters, of largely US and YUK persuasions.... for several hundred years, have failed...
And just the recent waved of minced children's parents will recall this little fact of subbing the Juden great credit terms for not only a quite adequate big metal condom, metal foreskin raised over their quite adequate lands...  but loads of other nasty stuff that will have prodded the hornets nest fore ever....
Unless we retire to the sidelines, thank our lucky stars that indeed there have been NO recent revenge attacks upon our fallow lands....
And leave all our mess to someone else..... which is what the UN was for.....it is optional, whether or not one joins ion the party....
But no, banning flags..... rather than being really rather intelectually above them...pissing down on their waving
s perhaps the retort of the Roman Emperor thousands of years back.....
exactly what the jolly old fringe minority, with rather backwards views, who are only there because of oil revenues.....
wanted.
plus ca change....



gosh 'twill be great fun (recent snaps ...still back down at c grade..... and my grades are not maleable over time.... A, is a.... always will be, and you'll know it when it hits yer..... ) .. to get into soon, that brand of intelectual pursuit known as propper investigative journalism.... which of course has been around for as long as r pepys started the fashion for popularisation...
ut how fab! to hear the serialisartion of it brought to life,..... even then, as soon as he subcontracts it to his Missus.... she starts to invent the future...to suit herself
"No Lizzie! you dont get it...a journal is of the truth...if you have a dinner party at The Trust Sidney  and the lemon tart is as acrid as the smoke of their bonfire a few months prior wasting all that wood ... and they all turn up their noses, even the skinny one on her expensive bike... you SAY SO.... you do not invent some Dream of how you would like to be regarded...."
hahhh... talk about 'twaseverthus.....
One did...laugh.....


purely..... as pure as the driving madness that litters my "highways and byways" ... (c a Welshman, is he playing a game when he denies all knowledge.... [poor Wales spending all that cash on dragons ...ehh what was it, seventy years ago? when the education is in Special measures, never mind the cancer rates and waiting lists....] ....
pure entertainment ... the bastard has gotten in first just as I'm revving up


 Ignorance (justyest) A it is in the wrong county, the line is 1/4 mile hence, B if i find out that theres any public cash been spent on this piece of litter, well the lawsuit will be fun cos the little sign out front...isn't bilingual....
C it is so badly made a 5 year old could have...

But, you don't know the actual project.... one of many, good job the sleeper wasn't placed in the walls of a bit afore.... the walls that some months back were many a  day...and many many a day..observed and investigated being rebuilt...at huge expense.... by the team of builders who then burnt the old woodwork which could have been used to heat many a home in the environs...
but that ain't it... what a masterclass on class.... that of course being there are likely these days about 10,000 "charities" for every  inspector (another definition of the tea party state) ...and how Ive known a few who've joined that little party...with their holier than thou little rescue missions to all sorts of rather great holiday destinations pretending to be of aid....

The perfect domestic (all fiction being best iof local) symphony of hate .... is just up the road where months and months the builders are in (littering my byways we aint started yet...with their chucked~a~window wrappers...) 
months and months.... ("well, we ad to use up the grant cash.... so we decided to redo the bogz....so nice arent they...so architect~designed, in keeping with all the precious bums whom will pay a weeks average wage to come play with the radio writers ...").. 
("its like this, think squire.... you think theyve gone, well bring back a simple old fashioned squire who you at least knew where he lived.... thesedays, same greedy cashgrab .... yet something diferent you see these squires pretend to be of the people, figured yonx ago that chaitable donations never mind the 40% tax relief they get on the Benhamite holdays to Madeira.... of course are of the people, being as long as they throw the odd party in their rather lovely Torygraph~endorsed little hideaways just up from a SSSI.... for the local thinkers and uppermiddle class used~to~haveabrians...like her....  yet of course the people whom may do that simple thing like rtead of said destination inm their guidebook... can never atually find it open.... said owner too busy with his garden parties for the rich Londoners dressed up as  afestival.... no local could aford or even ordinary average wage tourist....

...the problem is, the very people whom read their Kafka and even a bit of Charlie D..if you suggested even in the lowest breath...ehh plus ca change... [correctly accented ].... because it is their mate who makes sure they are invited to the annual nbit of expensive tucker....  they would not even be able to get past the choking on their swanpastie ... if one were to suggest that if there was any charity commission left to actually cumncheck.... they may raise rather a hairy eyebrow to the fact that.... as sure as ferrets are ferrets a con is a con....especially when the sign outside states its never open..... no matter how fancy or piously you dress up the stone walls....
In the same place of course the library the plebs may need to use.... could have two staff secured for the same price of those not very public loos..... 

And of course all the media can do (hahh you couldnt make it up... there you are hanging out at yer usual street corner newcamera in hand.... first bypasser... the 60something.... in what would be just like Hay be billed as even more "guardian Heartland" ... [despite the recycling bins in Ha being full of discarded Daily Mails..I did check my sourtces ..may a time] ... first ex gunrunner, walking by.... his Torygraph proudly stuck out as if his military sargeantMajor type parade ground stickthing carried under the armpit.... 
just to make a point 


None of which interests me, but the ignorance in not seeing any of this means Mark Tully wont for a second get it http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b04dh2gt cos he'll be as usual whittering on about hios fucking holidays in Tibet Nepal or othersuch dumb backward cultures where the English Grandees for a fair few centuries went off to smoke their cheaper junk...and pretend that some wisdom was there, blah blah Buddhist pants....
(on sale at 39.99)
and come back here being even more ignorant atomised cunts than ever before (as the next legal case/movie .. will prove to the world....)
....but for my one local hero...I may indeed have the answer to his conundrum (we in the same biz....) 

MEANWHILE...tULLY JUST FOR...LAUGHS. ACC CAP HAHHTEEHAHH..

spell check still on strike but of course Tully wont even undignify himself with the simple fact that the world moved on into undecipherable madness of supposed democracy that will die on the droopy barbed wire fence of too many moles weighing it down.... (hmm i like that, no prethought, no notes...riffin!).. 
it is VERY ignorant to release a rather standard piece of computerised platform, espesh if you are one of the richest companies in the world not paying hardly any tax.... ten years before you may even get it to work half properly half the time...and thats just the spell check...



















 (thats a lie! Scotland can beg to rejoin if it wanted too.... God the intelectual paucity in this land is just a joke...never mind the inability of any dot ever to be joined as in A. drivers may eventually learn to drive more carefully [what a HERO! the HUMBLE drystone waller standing in the road heckling the twats whom belt round the bend at 60 when it says 40.... from Knighton of course,... the real badlands...] IF THEY READJUST, NO, WHEN, BECAUSE Acc cap... humans do.... to the fact that the council still pays millions to lawyers to take silly wimmin to court for just about ever and pinch their kids ~ which is fine, except the ignorance that is law, never mind the absolute laziness and 13 year old mistakes in couirt buindles frankly beggars beliefe and any humble stonemason praising some Knighton QC as a decent chap just cos he panders to the plebs...means the world really is mad... you want to see what kind of basic simplest possible nasty things go against the litigant in court cases.... like "he is an alcoholic [so i am on red alert for jihad cos i despise them all] yet the liver function test ordered bu the very same scrappy magistrates state he isn't.... as is in the evidence... 

Whist all the incomer morons speed round all the bends of the Marches at 80.. never mind their offspring whom of course they entirely fail to ever bring up.... (as all interviewed youth, sired by.... so state) ... indeed the laws of the unintended may mean that the uncit hedgerows this year A do loads of good, save lives.... if mine gets saved to enjoy the wonderful unintended cons of the flora in the hedgerows this year is more spectacular than a Costa Rican rainforest... where all the so called environmentalists and Friends of The Earth and midranking Greenpeace and the other 1000 Nature Trust and othersuch types will of course be on their holidays....  really rather belying the need to be a tad cautios on the exhaust fumes...but of course those rules only apply to the rest of you....

Anyway sadly one can never capture on the avergae camera just how towering the hedgerows are in many places.... 

And how wonderful it will be for all that ever mattered ... 





I predict....

Not that anyone other than the deadbeats of the wireless will ever take the slightest bit of notice, when of course they may actually assist with some solutions, what they're paid for.... even to the several thousand year old problems...
I predict all the "q"s even if we don't know what they are, will follow the LGBTs into the church now, so that they can get on the Sunday morning prog and be poor little victimised lambs .... "now the wimmin have been sorted, we are next in line... " for the exact opposite of the communion...


Which no one cares about, other than my mate Welby still lets me take tea withim....

Which is all it will be aout soon, that whole democrtatic and reengineering project of (therve been bendy bishops dfor 100 years never mind lezzies out and about! god....all mightee.... "my twitterfeed has been my frkind.." god... and thats where Oxford ed gets you..... )
the last 50 or 60 years since Emlyn's great work failed... but what a try!

Failed, as the silly radio writer yesterday so demonstrated.... who does not even know that the scions of the community, whom elevate themselves via the sign on the picket fence, shouting "get off the fence" whenh they don't even answer their email regarding joining the picket ... as usual in my case sent in with plenty of advance ~ yer gotta get yer admin machine tuned and firing on all cyls....
  utterly bleakens... the younger community member when it is ignored....

Is fraud.
(the people, being as yet I was preaching amongst them...are on Cliff's side.... theyve seen through it all.... or at least have had enough...)

Saturday, 16 August 2014

(and as longplanned...revert to that which has worked for some several milennia...for the last ever time....which of course will be seen nowadays as an act of agression.....  )
And as the above, below.... (hmm note to self newblog needs to be otherwayround but they seem to have removed that function too.... these fiddling fidgetty kids.... how can content even exist when each tiome one goes to any webco to insert some utterly supwerb content it is seven hours working out the way to navigate the new design tools...which of course do nothing new.....and certainly nothing anyone ever needs.... Play For Today had it all decades ago.....
Miss Ogle spell check on strike
The below took 2 hrs to write and that is 115 minutes just sitting staring waiting for it to unhang....
give the fuck up.....
for today




now, the bully....

(what an oral blogpost yest on the subject of battles with Black Mountain farmers... !.... as in of course they after a suitable period of peace will prod at the non~farming farm tennant.... but if that tenant holds his nerve, then waits for his moment to get them back, by tending to said farmers magotty lamb...he could have of copurse just left to die the farmer too lazy to walk his flock regularly.... and helps it hold on to life a while..... then calls said pretend farmer.... declaring truce .... that is of course bullying, but bullying someone who fights at ones own weight...)

But the real interest ...is the fabulous elder, who is touted around as in need of concern.... when infact its the farmer's daughter the only one in the poo.....
And, if the farmers and their radio show are all cock a doodle hoop...well, its time to go.....

If I die today, very part time lay legal assistence to a range of people the last year (only as training ex..and if you believe that you believe .... everything you read )
But one fact, an entirely archetypal youngish agricultural type, no access to land now BigAgra bought it all up for factories (they will never stop without risking gaol...and thats always been the deal), and no access to jobs especially that Lady Dove Gordon plays nasty games stealing the time of her applicants (i know its dubl pee...!) .... denied 10 months ago the dole legally entitled to..... at which point The JCB song otherwise known as me called in to smash through the cones they put round every right of way....
And ten months on, said ordinary person ....still hungry.... still receives no reply to the email to the Tribunal Service even though said service sends an auto~respond....

Progress, a simcard ordered vodaphone doesnt arive,  the website of the british state just makes fey fraudulent we care claims that we will process your claim....
the phone bought to ....dot dot....doesnt...
Said applicant cant get the bus any more cos theyre cut too....

None of which i care much about....... but I do care about a whole region that pretends to be full of those super nice types who go on Gaza Marches.... stick up their big fancy signs all around the Twin Town.... making themselves look good, but when my secretary (justajoke) spends half an hour composing a note to the promulgated email addressinviting notes... about attendence....
...well in advance, part of my return to the exact person I was 15 years ago but never had time to be ... all those footstampers....
And of course there is no reply to that either and no other way of  contacting to ask the bus route ....

Fuck you....all of you. But the only laugh is on you.... I never get angry other than pastyiche, and always do what I say....



electronics

"mental health in the news this week for melancholy reasons...."
If only those simple words may be maintained... as they did.
But of course where Farming Today even invents the farmcation [cowsic] .... there is no hope despiking the hedgehog who tells the world the creative must also be the depressive (class action case pending so better go subJew...)
Which is a gobbledygook just as much as the Oxford Don who wont either know that the masses taking to the placebo of en masse cackling at the comic.... coincides with a period of relapse into a crassness and carelessness which belies the aparent point of the comic...


Friday, 15 August 2014

"bugger me its all a load of bollocks [sic the first bit, but the second phrase not quite, i cant recall all..."*

* hahh there's the literary effete for you: to meet....
to worship at the feet....

she would know what this means, today: (the training works....a bit)

 "back in my Llantony youth, the neighbours up there in The Vision ... a plastic bag not preused and reused .... was a luxury for the twats that turned the neighbours actual name we knew him by* as he uttered it every hello...into some fantasy..."



"thats it! the right turn of phrase..."

All we need off the fake radio fourplay...and there was me looking forward to settling down in the sun.... well earned afternoon play... an actual play.... "brief lives" ... hmm which one is that? no cant be another cops n robbers.... no sounds like a real play.....
Germaine....
silly me, of course its the paralegal show....
which isn't, I'm a paralegal and it's a HELL of a lot more complex than the sermon on the mount....
Indeed PR man, or image controller or whatever silly modern term for reputation builder, storyteller... nearer the truth than the other version of the truth that the establishment make of course far more cash out of "believing"...
day in and out....
(so shabby innit? you have your own voice.... and you spake...to base one's truth on coppers which even the Tories have disowned...only sympathy)

Anyway, my only sadness, some time back ...daily ritual.."kiss my naked ass...... I didnt mean it literally, that would be slavery, or abuse or...lost track of all the infringements....we keep track of..."
"don't worry I'm adding it to my list, now, in writing..."
"what yer fuckinupto... I told you you capture only MY words...yours so pathetic echoes of the hippo's fantasy.."

Oh yes, brummies.... now, reasons for turning off the Archers forever ..(they too stupid to know that the consultant, image or psychological, same thinmg...me...stood with finger poised over her off button "you WILL recall the past, it is what great lit is based on...and maybe if you are this wise to have reached level two.... looking back will make you actually learn....and translate what you did to the rest..." of course she wouldm't get is her proper cure.... and reason to stick a finger up at Tony up there above rather lo9cked in to having started methinks a not too good trending on twatter...
reasons to switch the bitch off....when that dreadful Vicky thing colonised the countryside which is for sane and thoughtful people only.... with her cruddy accent too....
except for silly Roy who not only falling for some dreadful moneygrabbing tyke ... all she cares about their pennies herfest.... is too stupid to know that media is so dreadful it will always pervert everything, so it is thoseof us whom issue corrections, such as not Ajs where did that come from? dunno, so much ongoing and all in  the heat of bottomkissing...but Jmart..... all branches.... been forced to occasionally shopat for yonx...

All media will pervert only self produced media which retains the nuance.... can ever be vaguely realistic....
And then one of the ultimate paradoxes is that just like Freudian analysis requiring so much time that half the world would have to be full time shrinks to the less common sensed half..... ther's not enough people in the world to read or listen to all the me~media ...so it didnt work.
A rather inane statement of course....


But it is not inane to say that city folk, good riddance, country suicideres...well I pretend I care...
loneliness..... lonely...alone.....
never mind not enough shagging which is a good reason for state subsidised brothels.....
And this one deep deep in the roots... the mother

oh yes, subtitle: Ebola comes to Cheshire! (good riddance)

A fine locality to be brought up within..... rural, balanced..... of course the females cannot in even the medium term, handle..... harveyNicks or all those supposedly necessary extra health options.... available in the cities....
Just like my ma....

first sign of any possible absolutely necessary reason to be back in the smoke...they're off.... and at l;ast The Archers get that one basic reality....which Ive known about for 20 years........
And is the cause of all the farmers necks in ropes...never mind ramblers...real ones....
never mind why there can be no more sanity by dint of George orwell retiring to the outer Isles to ponder the magnificent madness ...
cos you know no more chance almost ever of retaining a bedfelow who actually means what she says as in "i prefer to live away from the ratrace and their smells....and quite like tending the veg too..."

never mind being loyal which requires seeing out the rumpus in the soul nown again and every day a new Dawn.... and it's only about the next High or cold front....

Now, I am lucky, sentenced to that fate eternal, I know there is no soulmate who would actually have joy at real countryside living..never mind the odd bit of offgrid....
who would understand the pleasures of The Small Things..innit
I pitied the rows of solo males like waves on the beach of Golesworthy's Blue Boar bar ten or more years ago .... knew that a fair few would resort to madness....
especially the kind of very second rate types who occasionally braved the storm (bahh one, "did i insult you somewhere sometime...i feel i know you...?") of his unbalanced barfront...

So so entirely beyond loneliness, ever.... hence not like the rest of you males of the pretend farmer variety, always waiting for the noose to pull..
but....

(hmm... the times Ive thought, a bit of local, support..... because I know one place in herefordshire where, it really should be the capitol of the New Republic of.... sticks and stones may break my bones slash skull....but words, they're never like actions.... never hurt you...
Advising/mentoring several. "hmm law...well the law of reputation management perhaps we have only just seen the begining of the madness....copyright, they even want to own goals now...
I dream..... we could do it.... we could.....
afterall I never thought I would book headline act at a festival i never for a second had the intention of goping to....he was just a testcase.....of what twats they all are....always...
Robbb ... prolem with written anything, you cant bring out the smell of the bad breath as if exhaling the stench of native BHX [pilot terminology i still recall even if given up on principles.... ]......
... to drive the just as foul harmonics that accompany the sylables....

time to siesta.... paralegaling is not what any modern writer can manage to portray, hence offswitch longago... if anything (Davies et al couple of years ago....."yes, almost all our cases nowadays we see the AG bring this barage of PR against the accused, a tsunami of it.... as if Gilray himself were in the dock.......... and the juries fall for it.....it overwhelms, as inteligent as US shock and awe foreign policy but then we have as a nation raced to the bottom so whatdyer expect..."
* quite a lot of that of course 9% of lawyers too thick too know who JG was so made up but if they were educated just a tad they may have used the bits i added in... after the first bit about showtrials just as Kafka and his successors described....
hahhh wait til Vlad's really in charge....

paralegals have to deal with a the even more dificult matter of working out if one's own client is one of the majority spinning a huge fantasy....so so cleverly.... genius level....
And that no one listens...... and my speciality (almost entirely true) image branding consultant.... cos I dont lie for any kids sake....
espesh the chosen ones.....











(b+ ...for spirit.... astar.... only available to those whom...can do all of what next....all)

"don't look back..."

So, nothing better than for one's plans...to be scuppered
Or wisdom shown, wonky....
There one is, months now.... the movie, no hands by bike (silly woman recently who didn't believe me "i can even roll a fag whilst en rut.... ands that takes bothy hands...")

making the movie of how the townies have colonised my countryside..... and frankly should fuck off back to espesh Birmingham....espesh that really shit band colonised round ear....
and all along, the great Wise one, even if she's a coward because Looking Back 'n smiling....at it all...is the only cure, as 'twas ever thus...

"So, whiffy old one stuck there need a tube to pee never mind the one to breathe with..... what's the key, to your ace sense of humour...even if deluded into a degree being worth doing....? "
(prejudice bitch, why isn't her standin voice programmed to be the Brummie she Is...?. ): "Don't look back..."
what a pearl.....


oh yes....reshgardesh.....
reshgardesh....



all of you, yer balls are innit.....
9. vice is so boring.....if only they knew. But then Hilary wouldn't be so cool so that ee can take in the pennies of youngergens if he didn't forever bore on about alternative states of inebriation via the drugs he so preaches are great...esp if designer....
next the cloud of the unknowing

(prob just google that silly new phrase.... I live offgrid and dont need any cloud..... nothiong much ever changes or ever will...)

Now, 2/3 of literature/drama/even songs....
the many times I beg: "go all the way, forget your fincy cars, your jobs you'll just get dumped from anyway and the pension will be sop complex you'll never know if you'll get it.....drop all, for a while...to fight the fascists...all of them especially the nasty ones who pretend to help from the sidelines... pregnant is when you write a press release it is about the subject, not the elf...or it aint.... period...hahh you dont get of course if you are.... hah hahhh such fun these word things if you just sit and madly type a fair few times a day never writing what planned and so bored and desperate to get back to the fun stuff you have to do it so facst..."
there should be brackets in abuv but..you figure..
"all of lit, nearly, brings the viewer back to kid/parent..or significant other.....so do not think that your kid will ever forget.... nor not be brutally reminded day in and ouit decades on...of what they lost....so go all the fucking way or... you will never sleep soundly having done your best...[no one Ive met for several years can any more..]"

here's a little...reminder.... ok just a quick level A..or wasit 1....
even if rapidly snatched this morn...
within which are at least five questions

 1. My grandfather, died what 40 yrs ago? (day off dreaded school good chap) .... and the other significant man, only one.... both had one of these, and then years on so did I even if it was stolen in the Wye valley of supposedly nice people.hahh hahh...and when i see one a lump always rises...as 'talways will..... which surely is the only definition of luv I know...
2. Hmm i really smella  ratty one..farmers dont disrespect such property, nor do farmers wives not lament the passing of the farmer by disrespecting it (my morality hasnt changed..nor does it)
3. the little elf will not in my lifetime get:  "morality" is spelt, between the letters, with actions which cause gentle revenge ..or put another way requires always if one is able, and few arent, payback....
lifeis only a bargain...and my child knew how to spell fair at age 5 or 6..... i know cos its in the CAFCASS report.... even if there is little else they record one can believe ... 
sin is only to be levelled by fair recompense...
ehhmm what others? so many: all waste is vanity thats number 1 of course... 
5. I am lucky, don't care about other's pretend morality...know what it is...
6.  what the fuck's that about..... maybe ten years Ive had that bit of iron hanging around.... and at my last end of tether...dottity dot....

7. Anything can be fixed, and to err otherwise is vanity
(Gladwell, what were his last words? sneaked into view between tracks, my tracks...ehh? i forget but typically stupid and crass.... can we please have Malala on at least she may play something a but fun.... never mind be some other bloodgroup than fucking yanx or cousins...oh who cares...)


8. maybe the universe is fair...about most stuf.... if you know where to look









for the copper! (wish he would get in touch...havent fin yet... )

..kids that age are like certain sciences ~ not many but a few, like the one that ascertains fingerprinting is subject to far more errors than the establishment/law admits...called maths.....
or that it was just the nasty Catholics shooting people in NI...

kids that age cannot fake it, like certain in~love coppers have...even to the altar.... and I as the piper have many many times over the years been in that very same spot for that very same reason..... establishing which may respond well to a little grooming....as keeper of the blood (ours, our line..)

I can read the body language like The Pope can read his payslips.....
to perfection.
It was my job.
I care about animals and only wanted children truly at ease with them, and life (samething) to be in line for maybe one that I caused to be.....

Now,if one goes online to say BFFW whatever the fuck that is....but it sure is bossy about all the reasons you must not have a ferret or that others have kicked em out...like "owner unprepared for the unique nature of ferrets" ...sounds like something out of the police handbook...that nasty supercillious crap that undermines everything....in this default~to~negative land....

(and that night! "god, she has changed... she gave in..bravo all you kids!")


Animals require respect but..... above all, why I showered my kidinem....


never mind the very very opposite of the facts ~ and i prefer animals to humans
That i know of no other animal over a bout an inch sq that is more than happy being left in a cage with a can or so of catfood ...for a week.... whilst one is doing the as Hullman [but no one else] knows is the huge 19 hrs a day work week in and out ..to just get one of many ridiculous legal protests through...never mind go on holiday, not that i would leave them behind, they are so easy to cater for.....

So how weird, but I tell thr truth...even to the enemy as estaindad discrened inblog....even if in real life first.... those are very very well brought up kids..... even factoring the only important word...when one takes into account the..relative....

those two girls, best I ever met, at that!
(usual codicil......there was only ever one true queen of that game, that place..... and she was mine)





hahh that was a typo but...kinda cute so leave it...... its all only art of course (wait til i publish her 900 pages though..... wonder if she will deny they were ever hers.....?)
hahh...how sad.....
All writing is just words, but at the same time a beautiful attempt at something.....
And should nevber be denied its b irthing...of....
The lie only ever hurts the liar....in the end
no, we wont get that debate .....dotcopm



set a spark to the co2 in the plastic bag....

...and light the debate, of course we can't even begin ....
Good old Munby, or is it mby can't be bothered.... even if a wry smile catching up on Panorama (in use as fear of god up arse training ex, otherwise i wouldn't bother.... even if the broiler factories we hear of course are being built ~ hahh hahh even Daphne couldnt plum ion gob stoppem...of course, the establishment always have required the price of blood..... then they may listen otherwise Felicity is just pretending.....gosh the rubbish, recycled garbage we have even for green leaders..)

2005, the wry smile of his Sirship... "now the death penalty is no longer, the worst the state can do to a person is..." even if never applied to me in my wildest imagination, but events dear boy...events... never mind one cannot account for people... it is with a wry smile one knows how I publicised that line via LJW ... written just for lil old me....

RIP the great funnyman (well the odd bit Ive seen...and heard)... bringing a smouldering ember to the debate... even if it is the wrong one....
the Affair..... clever chaps years ago reckoned on how many jobs would ride on them painting every man an abuser and harasser....
(so often they wink side of eye to the likes of laylegal me and others that knowing wink...)
when the FACTS would appear, courtesy of Mr W nicely packed away in his freezer bag....
(rough translation, just so busy....two beautiful massive cases ongoing and the latest seems to be a certificate is now required to fire a fucking thief of a female lawyer ...even when you can't get legal aid cos thats the law..... )

Totalitarianism.... that matters...because you see you only have 3 weeks to file an appeal! so if a week of that is spent waiting for lawyer to send cert so you can fire lawyer with cert.....well....

 rough translation: so, depression and all its variants which no one seems to ever be able to make their mind up over, causes now the biggest cause of death in young to midlleaged men.... by suicide.... except [did i really hear this right?!] ...it is 9:1...... chaps to liars.....
I really don't think we have a woman problem.....
I really do think we have a chap problem....
and it aint chaps threatening or abusing the otherlot....
but of course no one can see that stat for the trees....

But of course there is no simple cause and effect for anything ...
But of course.... if they arent dying at the same rate, well......

take wimmins hour off the air..... cos it seems it worked......somehow
And all media and voices and communication and political parties of course have only one prime manifesto point, to put themselves out of biz.... cause an effect such that they are not any more needed....