The sexist bullying of Salt Path Raynor Winn by The Observer (real baddies named)

post under development....gosh i write that a lot all a work in progress full time unpaid merely for your infotainment...and my own daughter's true history of this sceptic aisle..

A few months ago here - sorry no index yet, there are several initial riffs - rather analytical, of the great sin in the false narrative within The Salt Path. I lived literally on that path for two years until recently - in my little tin can meandering various coastal parkups..  and walking 1000s of km back and forth sections for exercise and actual soul food... I have spoken with 100s of fellow walkers of that Path,  almost all female. As is the readership of that book. The false victimhood that Mother Theresa Winn claims in her book #37 in bestsellers of last 50 years if memory serves me, so angers many. As she really was their beyond reproach Ma Theresa... however a certain inevitable co-writer seems entirely absent from justified calling out of THEIR scandalous lies.... 

BUt that's not my own real beef as this book is part of a stable of similar books that have grown in just these kinds of rural places over the last 20 years. Each one just as much a subtle fantasy, or worse...

It may be rather pedantic, but real journalism may have rather broadened the subject of false books by some or other member of this large band of the 'usual suspects' (to anyone who had the missfortune of having to live in communities where they developed their gig). There are indeed  a range of books - non fiction (all a real fiction when it comes to whichever faux hero or heroine they may purport to tell the story of), that grew all around this same theme park faux 'heroism'. I watched many of them over the years..

And by far the very worse example is the Ian Marchant book. To those not familiar with him or the book he almost pioneered the  selling of the theme park  - via his BBC salary doubtles not insignificant, which segued into further profiting from said theme park.... (also repeated in various 'nature' books that originated out of exactly the same ...clique)

A book by a man certainly given great kudos by his long BBC broadcasting career, which inevitably would have been influential in getting this suposed 'bible' on the counterculture commissioned,  whilst living in Presteigne  - an upcoming Guasrdian Reading nuveau bohemian incommer gated community, whilst that same community developed over the last 15 years a serious drug problem people like MArchant should have actually been in the vanguard of broadcasting locally on how to mentor the many younger people destroed by the very drugs in his bible, he as good as condones.

The vehicle character he chose Mr Rowberry could just as easily be some shabby exotic user in a cowboy hat  living in any of the bohemian theme park towns of Cornwall from Gweek to Porthleven down the coast where a born and bred woman friend of mine spoke of the scourge of hard drugs that destroyed her own family. Or any of The MArches towns over the last few decades.

audio file downloadable made today file 002 

that explains the true crimes of Messrs Marchant and co any journalist worth her salt could have found quite easily and 'exposed' 

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mcA4BVWUiM4cuponsHJPpyStNEjY1SFi/view?usp=sharing

and same file on free substack no subscription required (best if you listen here)

The sexist bullying of Salt Path Raynor Winn by The Observer (real baddies named)

https://open.substack.com/pub/ralphschism/p/the-sexist-bullying-of-salt-path?r=2jdt8a&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

post under development

There are many of these mainly men who jumped on the 'counter culture' in one way or other publicly setting themselves up as all round goody goody - for profit, in areas such as The Marches (Hay-on-Wye Presteigne Brecon etc) or Cornwall  who simply have nothing useful to say ever about the scourge that is destroying the lives of many younger men in such regions.

https://ianmarchant.com/a-hero-for-high-times/

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m000ytzz

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m001l2f7

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00fkqmj

 when he did once have a brain

never used to speak to local yoof on the drugs that were destroying his 'community' of course - far easier to pick on someone not there...to prophet

several recordings of the real Ian will be here within a week - one of criminal slander (gone woke-MAD! in keeping with his BBC salary) extremely loudly   - making false allegations...as he waddles off after shouting  horrid abuse....

on his 'rounds' very prominently of his High ST...

many references to add in... and links to earlier stuff

but for now  scenes from the world not that far away from his beloved Presteigne ... wonder if he thought they are benefited,  too from those lovely hard drugs  he as hood as condoned in his heroic book

The puppy, farmer....

 Now...don't move a muscle

like they can't either

i must find out if the photos have an inblog date and time stamp?

my my what i had to do to get here..... if only she knew.

This little postlett 

(AHH the third things come back i had clear forgot theres  a god called dog, the Zaneletts.... now you don't want to be even caring about whatserface the supermodel, Lucy ....so forgettable, except when they went off down the riverbank with my buddy to discuss which brand of yoga mat and left her young kids by the bank of a river in full tsunami as good as....  thats in an audio somewhere as the REAL history of yoga, 'spirituality', and ...well i don't know what exactly, devil may care....

anyway anyone would think one cared about the ZAnes ... think an advert for ohh i see keratase isn't good enough anymore it has to be keratase 'serum' that sounds a bit spunky...

anyway in the middle of nowhere ... along they come to flounce, and it's nothing to do with me as i was always occupied living 'the' life which means when you have a child (many videos in video section go to links and look up whatever store ) which meant a lot of the spring summer autumn when not saving yoga enthusiasts children from drowning one would be at the only good thing about The Marches lowlands being Hay beach known as The Warren a glorious long stretch of shingle the children would play at all day if their parents could be bothered to take things to occupy them with other than the 2000s pretty great clear waters full of fishies before the keratase ended up down the private sceptic tankstoo and killed em all.... 

anyway ..things... always...despite it requiring clever use of head and logistics always a box of ferrets... best if with a brood of young nippers too for the children of the town to be Pied Pipered into actually learning about play and nature....

bliss..paradise... all those Guardian Colour Supplementary mums and kids....could be 'channelled' into new friends or funtime with mine.... including fully inclusively the Zaneletts... 

but there was an art 

a true art akin to the only great piece of art seen in all those dreadful Supplementary regions over 20 years..

His the young Indian snappers who held me for days ..

in fact i even 'bought' it.. (£20 story related to cont one day)

so the art of waiting.... patiently until her Flounciness  got bored enough to go and enquire of the local chappie....what her kids were so entranced with playing so attentively with..and laughing real belly laughs.... 

and there is only one bit of sport that isn't sport whatsoever as the smell would have kept me the safe side of any of their front doors, it is...

" so what are these..?."

" they are ferrets and would you like me to tell you something about them so you can educate your kids in the SUV back up to town with some real country educative stuff..?"

" go on then..." 

[they find it hard to meet your eye until they ...well i dont know exactly what the deal is as nor do they... blessem] 

" well among other things, such as being just as clever and canny as your designer dogs ferrits have an interesting unusual characteristic... the women have to have sex at least once a year ..or they die.."

and there is no more fun than saying that to the varied supermodels and Flouncies who started to buy up all the parking spaces in town from the late 00s.... straight into her eyes 

just to see if she blinked... [even better, asked why]    )

Anyway now.....of course it's no one's "fault" ...girls will be girls...  but my my the desperate need to compete...

For hair products

and just as important the latest space age new age spacecadettery 

ok i can move my muscles now so precariously the old phone wired up to the so broken computer.... to clear off the last ever 30gb...

but these little chaps... well, they couldnt

in her bedroom caged up....

but nobody will call her a 'puppy farmer' even if her kitchen shitstained with the evidence...

never mind the whole place being any way to .. well the word 'grift' is so inadequate and judgment free.... 

If we know the rest of the real life story...soon...

at the number one official Queen of paid mindfulnesses, smelly hovel and i don't mind country smells... but some animal smells you can't really call having anything to do with the countryside..

Oh yes over time one developed confidence, to tell the truth: every towny woman coming to live in the middle of nowhere (near Harvey's Knicks)  would on cue state " but they smell don't they..." 

to which over time the response became: " well they do have senses of smell far superior than ours... I am quite sure even walking past your front door never mind so close to your armpits they would find your various chemical concoctions effervescing all day even now after your river dip.... really quite as displeasing to their nose as you have been brainwashed they may be to yours......

"so as your kids seem to have taken to them so well would you like to enrol for free  ferret training workshops at ours and end up with a free ferret [known as 'fuzzies'] so your kids can learn real respect for animals fuzzies ten times more educational than doggies as if you screw up the zen with them they let you know...often  passing-painfully and thus kids so so learn from a few ferrets in their pockets...   how to truly grow up and ....  get educated the real way..... "

Back to the PF as its the real story of real Britain ... that Rachel Cusk so beautifully began leaving it off with a  superb question mark in her earlier books....and didnt try to figure the answer...and if nobody else ever dared to, well... kairos

enter at your peril

 a poetical riff in one earlier today makes poetical allusion to something about pans of poo and dangling..

and it  - the silly stupid 'AI' one must now assume, calls it something you need to be warned about before having a peek...

No i don't believe in conspiracy, only ignorance that gets worse and worse and as sure as ferrits are ferrits even worser...

which is all that has happened in 50 dull years of existence.,...  thats only slowed down, no 'progress' at all....actually ask any younger person what their reality is  - backwards, such that they dont even know any more how less can be more... 

So I still 'believe' ...in nothing that can be understood, but you have to use words that aren't ..

 ...theirs.

Gosh that sounds yuck.

But as one tries, fairly often even if for duel purpose, to speak with the 'believers' as long as it isn't the newer 'age' gobbledygookerites, my my they don't even know words like 'schema' or just 'something' seems to be too antagonistic ...

so it says "1 hour 30 minutes" to upload which is unbelievable because the whole point is getting up (for 25 years) at an hour or so before them....come along and use the limited resources .. 

which is ALLways the issue in the non cives places

(if one more woman auto-says 'pagan' to me without knowing what it means: NOTHING except yer not from the city states of Rome or Sparta or Londimium..

that's all ... i shall run away crying forever as one could cry at how boring they all are with their non word the usual excuse for buying more  nonart about nothing...)

anyway now hate the sin and not the sinner is about the only surefire useful phrase in their dodgy skyfaerie book

And perfectly personified in when one has COMMON 'cause'  you rattle out a text to chief baddie, 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/archpointyhat.html

and she texts back immediately with her usual evasion  - doing something critical on a choochoo  connected with not here and now.... 

but she knowsTHIS TIME it matters...a lot.

My my funtimes ahead...

And we WILL be grooming and coercing arch pointy hat ...  to be in the gang.

There will only be two gangs. Even if not 'divided' merely the rhetoric of the other side is so cloyingly Tim Stanley.... it has to be addressed or there is only doomscrolling forever....

But as i knew even if it may never be, The Mong has the key to the kingdom of some future sanity, reality, if her doctor doesn't hug her to death...

Anyway above all, if one just actively-observes by which one means sometimes being Orwellian meaning get in the kitchen with the starving dishwashers for some time and see what one finds and philosophises from being one of them... even if the thoughtful person can never be entirely as he discovered and didnt quite write well enough about how even those scum dealing with the scum at the bottom of the pan or sink or in the blocked drains, never consider themselves scum and in a way they always find purpose, learning to tolerate their new identity which is far too pretentious a way of saying just finding some position in the hierarchy that is free from a punch for not being in the hierarchy..

But the idea one may question anything is a madmans dream unless he  errata s/he is i dont believe in many differences at all as per Hayling an evol biol herself...is mad enough to dream that being considered mad enough to dream otherwise is also worthwhile an existence.

Which is deliberate irony in that one has no choice. 

One is either born to be on an island or not... 

The amount of times i have groomed   a few of the obvious island dwellers on that one ...don't fight it...you wont change... you can't even live soundly in the eddies that exist between them, in sound or strait... you will fall over and drown... accept your islanderism..

which is the exact opposite of this Sceptic Shopping Aisle as the one most astonishing thing of a quite satisfactory life of the mind and LOADSA s/he-man toughnut lumberjacking too,  is how in fact history so so slowed down just about the time the professionalised numbties started to say it's 'speeding up' and how utterly conformist the Britols became... brittle in their desperate and very sad need to have a  starring role  in Madame Bovary as if it wasn't a warning: find a different way, and do not whatever you do trust the Portobello marketeer racketeers of the 80s 90s... 

As one day they will all run away and colonise Hay, Stroud,  the whole SW as they never did really like narrow country roads and here they only have to do shorter distances on them.... and the train connection back to London is a tad more straightforward and expensive enough to keep out too much scummy riff raff who used to be their London neighbours... (wrong on that one as organised crime had very deep pockets, and are cleverer when it comes to bribing very dinosaur counsellors etc) 

yes they will colonise, and even pimp books on 'change' but never for a second stop and think what it means... never mind still try and get Ken High St boho (large covered, i heard its gone) market prices for shoddy goods, in the hills of the SW....

But it's their... total lack of 'rolling with it', that amuses me... on many a level. 

(ohh yes that was funny the lovely film crew up in them hills, apparently are not so lovely  - i heard it from a horses mouth, and saw it myself.....but we could have told anyone that decades ago back in the Black Mountains as it got all Withnailly... how theyre always selfish unhappy performative city peeps who go all yummy about being paid to work on 'site' in the hills all beardy and even some pet dreadlocks to make up the image....but when the drugs run out or the damp isnt tolerated as sure as ferrits are ferrits they get...angry.....angsty..... and drive around the lanes at a speed that is dangerous to any nice person  -as i saw her back and forth warning light flashing from dawn the other day up n down Misteress of some universe, that isn't here, one can say as I'm told their lorry smashed a pubsign, too......  yes utterly oblivious to some nice nobody maybe forgot his neon and thus is in dark attire....  walking those lanes before sunup... in the place they come to 'capture' for their fantasy - not only in their heads, nowadays feeds too,  but can of celluloid... nothing... that is real about living nowhere ) 

Anyway that's irrelevent but what is relevent is ive never known such an unhappy place....so how do we define happy?

oops we that sounds very faux-weish... like the van babes and so called men on holiday burning up hydrocarbons on your Youtube subscritions so alone as they zoom around...never speaking to anybody, twice in the same place...and living a real life which is ten times harder than all the wonderlust... funny thing is they say " we are going to this parkup today.." when its only them and their nonhuman rather limited....dog... defo new law in the new utopia, don';t say 'we' unless ...(i must find it again the environmental couple who as a team actually DID achieve some real eco saving.. my only'religion' as Bach told us in his Bridge Across...) 

Anyway back to my vandalised bridge, soon... maybe even, ours...

thing is i rarely meet anybody, twice... not that one should think anything into anything... it's the thinking that's the problem, unless it is safely merely put into chronicles or far better word 'reflections'...soon

but i need some traction

s/he clearly lost 

(VIDEO LATER) 

Anyway, now, as i have a purpose, even if it's always been exactly the same  ever since that year ... 92ish to 93... 

its so funny that (even she  - Ms Oxford scientist, was sucked in to their 'born again' insanity...her poor mum n dad needed as 'family' as their Ye Olde English 'Empire' was shown to be rather wobbly) ... one has a chance with serious arch- bigwiggery onboard to... show up just how problematical religion ..is

When even he can manipulate it so easily for his  vulgar and artless ends... I'm sure the charismatics will be claiming him as herald of the end times, too.... 

Not on my watch.... 

Yes so the one most important thing probably lost in the waffle is that its extraordinary how one actually feels is when its impossible....  so much mind bodily 'younger' ..is weirdly younger rather than the profile pics of every oldbag yank, online... . when one takes the odd stand, in damp socks and still-wet undies...and even undried shirts.... in bleak wet damp chilled places.... and indeed .. has a bit of a scrap with life...

even if nobody must ever know.... 

as my my they so Bovarian hate that, so

that in fact it may indeed be a way to live

longer.

The problem is though... the real 'immigrant' problem, soon.... except those arrivals dont need any chilly banana boat, and  come in with a spanking new golden visa..none of your so called journalists have even noticed...

How from around mid 10s The Marches started to fill up with all sorts of 

oohhhh i much prefer em in black yummy yummy

but go foodshopping or,  fair dinkum she was the first and only other, ever, for at least 20 years....  who remembered things past " so was your session at the dentist ok..[ even if that is still to do the way the fucking cunt stole my platinum tooth my only precious possession as he was told... and i was VERY nice to Mister over from Goa Islamic Abrahams.. asking him all about his faith and how he was managing to get on out here in the redneck sticks...good job i had my recorder on even if i was the only one smiled at him]?" 

Anyway they wont tell you just how many American 'evangelical' institutions (correct word for cults with loadsa cash who buy up property in fire sales) have gradually 'established' themselves in off-the-beaten-track places like Bishops Castle Mennon HQ...  so many Americans finding themselves as if by magic in Knighton to spread the word of ...some dinosaur waffling 200 years ago... 

funny that... i thought immigratiion was to be curbed...

there's another funny thing which is if you deregulate schools, back to dinosaur times when 'religion' is central in the curriculum you get every single yankee religious nutjob (under the guise of the other nutjobs with other beliefs and necesary 'faith schools'  )  sneak in so as to buy up land and large buildings so as to ...  well they have far more money to act longerterm...

and instead of government using the peoples tax to pay for new schools they get all these free ones built buy some cult or other... fact (especially places like Birmingham but as sure as ferrits are it will be BC next.. which is why they got the golden visas and tax breaks in the first place...sneaky hey ) 

Nobody will tell you the four megga Yankee disco churches that took over Horrorford even 15ish years ago....

strange that.... might have something to do with them buying up so much derelict town centre 'real estate'...  nobody asking for YANXIT.. perhaps as nobody really knows... just how successful their undercover invasion has been...

T'was good fun though chatting up the odd Mennonite as nobody else would talk to them every day shopping in oops wasnt BC it was the other one 'gods waiting room'...  so yes in fact main reason wearing their compulsory light blue dresses out to do shopping in twos... they are so so ugly,  talk about evil sexism .... but  they so loved it in fact got decidedly frisky and extremely healthy faced ruddy cheeked smiley....when someone would occasionally stop them and wanted to hear their real life story and real feelings....

to be cont

i wonder why the AI has gone mad and put my last post with a  'warning'....  that was one of the nicest for months. 

so i do blame him....

 But firstly you have to have some simplest unadulterated  history of exactly their ... 

parody

of just the simplest forever what to be

Anyway to work

the creatrix of " i am a hero in a cold van/ tiny home/ tiny boat or bigjob....or hut in the woods" wont tell you rule one, wear shirts with  brest pockets as you need to keep your old phone  next to your heart, from predawn to keep it alive ... even if only gobbledygook might come through it....

and rule two " lean in" to the season as videostated in that bigjob really does mean all the way which " lean in" of course only fakes

real leaning in means  dangling over the precipice above the shitpan 

because you can

and you learn every day new dances to make the tightrope

taughter

and less fraught

but it takes time

And knowing you will never entirely know every little glitch comes along ... or if it is for ' good' or not so...

Now i nearly got to "eureka" yestermorn, even if they in this day of everything hyped

 especially a few showers

Must be via them Metros turned into two days of amber warnings ....

That eureka will be as usual dependent

(ohh poor thing they can never listen I am sure at least 100 times over 3+ years

 " relative is the most important word in this weird useless language, our younger people maybe even you have been taught not what it can do for you but what you can do for IT by playing with it lovingly  like a 'rescued' puppy .. snuggling it and lolloping around with it  finding its real boundaries and attempting to guide other blind dogs oops thats a bit rude but it may be playful  [ thats a point i think she is the only one who doesn't have a "rescued" dog  - always in the introductory first sentence my my there must be a LOT of doggieabusers out there,...its rife, pandemique..pandemoniac.. loadsa 'dog shooting'  - got that in too i think i made her laugh .... . yes i told hertoo about the meat ...god my rhetoric is perfect as you must weave in first 'another woman yesterday with a terrier she said to me " god i am so lonely as if i mention his diet to my sisterhood in their Guradian Colour Supplementary expensive attire...addicted also  to Waitrose finest with all the doubtless toxic seedoil and snakeoil other 'human' rated ingredients..for their mutts that yes you alone can see has CHANGED him back to being a mutt.....  theyll never speak to me again.." ...so you weave in that story to bolster the next story as i have been doing nearly 10 years .... ]..

...so she must be very very very mean  not deliberately putting an ad on Fakebook where they fake book the next rich owner the last one bored of their poor mutt, or more likely other alf it taking two to DOG.... " Im 'reaching out' to the universe... needed.. a recue dog so i can add that to my profile"

Anyway i realised yes....

("your place of bein bred ... well my last many year region twas obvious their incame and remained nervy neurotics didnt work for them all the misslaid single gloves all around the lanes but my my they have nasty ones here.... anyway we know its nothing to do with us and if your brother is the megga Howard Marks i heard last week sorry but....  just DONT tell anyone.... i know...its so obvious....but i am years beyond caring ...now where were we ohh yes you REMEMBERED my query....have i gone back to 1976 and the real one i have found at last...?. " )

SO yes even if i not spoiler alerting ANY ending ... as who knows what

At east at last i can sum up in one sentence what one may indeed have been searching for but had absolutely no idea in years of pathway mutterin' to onseself...

what it IS.... it

There is just one simplest it

NO 'relationship counsellor' or mindfulness guru would even remember...

cos they complicated everything by not actually living

through all the ones - many a dozen probably hundreds in ten years... relatively..... so up their own bum they can't even remember to.....

be continued

And spoiler alert i divert...

SO perhaps may have woven a slight nest of vipers to cover ones tracks

But the real journey to The Uttermost is far more interesting even if all along it was indeed just Proust..

For the majority.

soon.

But the problem is so many things are woven into actual pilgrim's progressing along so many dead

ends 

up in the very Uttermost  End

I mean as bad as the way one was driving very occasionally past "HMS ...something or other but it wasn't 'Sterling Lines'... it was something far crasser and grosser for a few years like "HMS Gobbleup" or the like ... Magnus perhaps......i have the photos along the side of the road to the town of supermarkets they did all go to...

another day

where for several years there were roadworks as they expanded HMS Deathstar  infact they should have just named it HMS No Rags as only grown up Afghans get to get all ragged.... and murdered children never have that privelage...

All plotted in West Horrorfordshire...20km from my past 8 year region.....where the endless stream of stupid luvvies became a gushing roar  from Niges emmo'16 of " ohh my its such perfect ethical lovely Guardian approved swetness and only lovely  'community' of only loads of others like me..and all my new neighbours are utterly the sweetest people ever"

"really.." (if you can read you know the nuance of that one word)

ok preaching doesnt work....  

But i know what does. 

And soon it is time to go all the way.... If i can make her smile, there is hope...

 

It must indeed,be called The Bridge of Lurching Across Forever

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Now..

i have zero interest in #vanlife

 but... there are ways of weaving in USEFUL story into that which may indeed assist the paupers at the bottom

That is a worthy cause that i shall be improving upon the next few weeks

And has its own new stand alone page

no ads no cash makes me more 'creative'

thank you

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/vanlife-crybabies.html

Now...

(boring polemic back to far more on the edge edgy real slam poeticals soon - especially as i have the guts to show his fat dead ones.... for all to see) 

There is no 'divide'  - so much to add in to that unplanned theme to 'bolster' the argument that's no argument just fact.

That maybe 95% are so so materialistic they can't even ponder being on the dole without a thousand quid flatscreen in the corner..

Etc

Now i have a fine chronicle of this.... even the so called precariat ('my' people..) putting their noses up at quite adequate oldish bicycles that can be fixed very easily

But of course the one that all so called journalists cannot deal with is which long term 'disabled' need the slimming treatment via their disability payments trough being grabbed away from them and which not...

(they will never tell you just how GENIUS clever claimants are almost to a one.. even if their social workers patronise them withy tea and cake once a week and never help them find the work i tell them that the claimant screams half the day for weeks  they WANT)

But then there is are the 'good burghers..'  - and in smaller rural communities the one who gets a free pass and free cake is the vic, or in the particular 'case study' to come her hubby...

Free house... free loadsa stuff...   but far more important kudos.

Now... just before i headed to the PP i discovered something so interesting, just how truly talented a 55 year old chap was who for years had been signed off mentally disabled...

And when i say comedic talent as good as the greats Mayall and Alexei.... i do not exaggerate as they were REAL Britain before the wonkies came back....

And i have at least an hour of film of him... 

And then i have a film of how just such a paid good burgher who was his paid friend... was told just how truly talented he was ....and how maybe he should be assisted off the dole and into just trying to do what he wanted.... as he had told me and my camera...

and if there is enough 'footage' over time, well it can't lie..

And any three year old pondering voting Nige well nor will they to themselves.... 

yes we really do have a problem...

BUt nobody dare point the finger to who is suited and booted by never doing what it says on their posters around town espoecially when they are told so carefully what a so called 'disabled' man wants and is clearly capable of as many around also knew....

to be cont

But now there is a purpose... they need to be MADE to take part.

And politics we are all so so above..is just the gentle art of persuasion.... 

As i said to...gosh i speak with too many " as Lyndsay Anderson of If the great real changeing movie... would say to his best mate who told me " its about the art of sticking your finger up at em all.......but always with a clean fingernail.."

which is where my stream-of-consciousness  fans come in.... i need traffic merely as fingerdirt prevention thats all you are

 so suck on it.... soon

please

Righty ho now i know what the PURPOSE even if thats the key to finding one: giving up

 knowing there's NO hope and bodily embodying it for some weeks...

Onward Christian soldiers as they will be NEEDED.

.but if you think Musk will ever get you there this century try using Hewlett Packard AI just to get your free laptop in.. THE day the warranty expires.

Thank god that text didnt come in....too

Right thats THE end Times as it will take all the time in the whole of next month to fill in just recent gaps....

But now i know why.... 

Just do NOT woolf Virginia!

I know what to call it!

 even if that Serb one really should be credited... but her name a mouthfull.

sulkiest insouciance..(even Oggle knows how to spell that'un)

so yes.... 

Now 

Nothing not one word is 'inspired' by anything here even if here

Now..

Let the annals say

I KNEW there was no answer....to him.

Even Suzi his knobsuckin' sisterhood agrees..

And she agrees with my recent analysis yes blame the ferkin Chrets...

They are going to 'gift' it to them...

Its quite Tim Stanley astonishing

Even astonished me whom nowt does

(except her the seventy two year'n ago perfect woman born)

But yes nothing from here gets to me in any way and even if a secret paradise even the walker woman yesterlunchtime saw through as "cult" central its all Utterly irrelevant except solidarity (i hope they know what it means) means one of two fine born'nbreds this far dallyin' with...said " its just the dumbing down... shittiest education ever" and i hope she isn't poking her nose in here as its PRIVATE ..my real life...all the rest my real passion but this is life...and i am LOYAL to THE job no matter what fake icon is looking over me...

And rescuing hedgehogs

Anyway its not deliberate central justification but 45 mins of laptop battery to do 3 hrs of work uploading and hashtagging means not a second to figure why its gone wonky maybe it was the crash on the way up....

So yes the education she may well have moaned one fairly ok moaning line that is moaning " ohh woe is me ohh for a room of my own.."

But REAL babe writers of the turn of the last century - the Frog one ...Collette and even the Polish one around late 1800s never mind the one from the land where in the 1980s a load of truly fucked up neurotic madwomen sisters of 'Christ' as about half of them are couldnt say  'sex' in public despite being university professors speaking in public so decided to invent an invented word 'gender' as they cant deal with their own wayward crotch so need to invent a male crutch... in front of their students.. (fact)

yes Edith Wharton... REAL writers rather than the absurd moody one who put herself out of her misery,  when great writers live on until every last bitterest red end of the day and wake the fuck up the nexterdawn to make jokes about the last one... but would have done something about not having a 'room of ones own' I'm quite sure Colette would have gaily  enjoyed berating any bloke in her way " i got a crutch, and Pigalle is just up the road... either i get MY room and you may enter nown again if a good boy ..or I'm off...and while you're at it i do love the smell of Gitanes on your breath only real men are flavoured so...but try and find the time to toothbrush nown again as its best if an occasional treat  [uggh my other regret La Rue six Juin 2023.. but i didn't know i would see her immediately! i thought it would take months! ] "

And then the ONLY decent British writer of the last first half of the century Herbert...

Want educating just read ALL of Bates... all especially the obscurer ones..

And ignore the sexually confused David Herbert...

Anyway thats a waste of time as nobody can read...

 

Anyway now IT ENDS no more pilgrimages up hills unless i can find a Zane who likes men who need a lift, as many impoverished yokels sometimes do,  more than herself...

Only because and i never say "eureka" but as Homer's reliable old woman jabs her finger in my eye tryin' to make it red ...no thats not very slam poetic but...

There IS a solution

I hadnt even dreamed of until now

I may have to amend an audio to deal withy the confusion of That Sultana... But that's not the point. The point is even them are no way willy enough to know how to deal with him..

Suzi knows i am but i didn't have the vehicle until thisterferkin dawn the very moment

Now... so so much is in the metaphorical 'can'...

But first i have to figure then tarting procedure i.e. max traffic per hashtag which will probably fail .. i mean my readers are so thick they can't even take in that this one has so much traffic per unhashtagged page that i could ruin it with adverts but dont as i am pure.... so 'donate' i never say means pay the fuck up...above... as i cant afford a fiver for a coffee in the rudest coffee shop i have ever been to in my whole life... whole life not just of late

But one cannot live on free bread alone even if i am genius at living well on nothing.

There is a defining moment due in a few years ... that is already defined..(so says Tim Stanley as good as) .unless.

Right full time... tomorrow (hard rain all day)

after 2 hrs here

every killerjoule has been harvested and curated into what next...soon

 ( i need her though... Mrs chat about dad's dick,  quite naturally...... she alone has the ...what it trakes....to save this land... for our kids)
 

but not 100% perfect even if getting back to a few notes

 thanks to the fierce backpacker before first light

reminded me uts the way they need to press their remote controller from as far away as possible....

as the Zaneish one did a few days ago me innocently quietly meandering down a sidestreet of Upper Source  the worst cliche if em all ... and a 75grander ugly steely cleangrey  Discovery in front of me  flashes and clunks loudly   .. not much startles me ..

But turning, startled ..ohh its her . .

just like Zane 18 years ago the first one ..flouncing around dumpsville Hay backstreets all au naturelle supermodel harmony hairspray.... all nature girl come to recreate herself  ( i Discovered years later) ... on extorrted cash from their dad  left behind down in the smoke

that still had aged her face beyond  what all them natural creams n potions couldnt mask ....

none of my biz except the way they flounce, predating the good ole fashioned country lads .  

usually married  since ladhood to local lassies .. . and my my the anger and hurt it causes within saud humble local lassies   

....as theyre just so so desperately lonely ...desperate for ..  so fair dinkum  its a free world 

vut its the way not one ever  dare even share patent leather booted reality  jackbootin down a dead end kington high st ...

Jenny D... fair game as everyone knew what she did with hubby's  swiss bank cash .... fake "charity".... and her gardeners ... 

...    despite running the local yoga  Temple

and then sold the 8 million quid horrorfordshire  spread ( fake charity) ...actually TOO  actual Pornhub before running away .. 

i still have the pics of her  boots....

but then she was only copying Zane and her black Rangerover   

parked up in town  she never actually ranged from ..as no local farmboys to charm up on the hills they say they come for...

ehh yep what was the memo .. ohh yes

remember even the seeming au naturelled

she had me fooled   

all straight out if the Guardian Colour supplement instruction book on how to money launder  the Monsanto  shares or mummy's L'Oreal trunk up in the loft.

but the comedy ( not here, back there, far more interesting!).. even Suzi ..older Discovery shes always driving...alone ... thought nobody ...notices... them

even sometimes wonders where their cash comes from...

and i had no idea ... she never mentioned the Bahamas connection ... ( dying... and inevitable next will) until yesters...  how clever... her mind razor sharp despite all the Camparis... and hocus pocus   

 god real Britolin is SO much more interesting ... if you wait for it to peek out from under the covers  it theme parks like Hay on Wye or  even worse ALL bbc radio drama ...

or the pets of King Charles  

well teained spaniels

like the dreadful Stoppard... 

... ...to be cont

"Basquiat...!!"

 I " care" even Moor...

Now....

Even of its been 5 1/2 years of pain ...Ms yes muzz " case study" audio riffed upon a few weeks ago...

( i may SO SO care to entertain my reader i yesteraft tolerated half an hour evensong battery chargin' in hell so i can get up today the ' counter' culture merchant of..nothing but condoning horrid chemical drugs to your kids via his BBC fame and major publishing deal..plus how to survive the cold with no cash so happily always....all 9n video in my can for a werk but they need some hashtags and the like...which takes up so much time pondering.   . but i aint got enough to go back here and find the page again.... and actions speak louder than words  theres me getting on with my arty gonzo stream if pure clean springwater here yestermorn and nobody causes me to divert back to human face to face interaction.....  cos a battery charged in the oldest sickest laptop doesnt last long ..

...but someone did ..

thing is .... so, hop over the last few bizarrely glorious months... 

My ' enemy' Ms Case  Study ... in live with Nige ... still harking on about 2016 being some New Age of civilisation...

I was ready to reveal yestereve to her in the correct language  if the poets  mated with Volters and even Thomas Paine ..." suzi did you mean it 5 years ago when you said you will die  within a decade...?" 

" cos .. well if you alone get first edition of my jottings about reality the last decade well it just may cause you not yo believe in your demise ..i want to keep you alive..its GOOD to debate with you and make you the fiercest creature ever extant solo princes child of a Surrey Major   . . laugh so often by jabbin you where it hurts   .. and our 5 years debates [ all recorded for her posterior]  are better ' dialectic' than  pathetic Socrates or Sam Harris could ever imagine ..and they have worked!!... the laughter proves it.. the first year if you on point on message slammin yer phone down at the smallest nuanced' ehh i dont buy YOU luv ' . through me bridging to your best friend of 30 years bongo Sarah [ in more ways than an old rustbucket] you sacked ... all of it.... it proves there is no ,'division' ... only shared simpler  humanity we both know even if you fant say those words  .. " etc

its much better than this firstest peek

But the answer . ..the elixir .. for real ... i had no idea that The Source and surrounding sourceletts  was quite so WELLNESS  ...

all they can say in their glossy posters  ...

fascistically demand    

well i saw 43 years ago  https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2025/11/who-on-earth-are-you.html?m=1

meandering Europe solo backpack around Swiss German border  in them foothills of them Alps 

i still remember as if yesterday some grey concrete shack on a deserted byeroad looking so desperate for attention and unloved unused.. a neon sign aftont  " wellness" 

and i knew that second it would not end well.

However the ending is   ( many ...in fact almost exclusively fab   Eurobabes i walk and talk with the last two years they all say  this self indulgent claptrap and really crap word  didnt really gain traction throughout the EU...

but of course the Magpie  'nation' that still believes in ' nation,' went and hobbled it up wholesale  to retail it at absurd price... for something that doesnt work

define " work":

( every Britolite  babe i get to know a bit has " issues"  vant sleep needs supplements just to ' wake up' [ even conjob bbc did a full happyclappy metrosexual-laddish chummy chap,  'deep dive' into and found theyre all a CON 6 mths ago]  to nothing but their ' my memory is terrible' )

i know fact ...theres no point speaking with ANYone ..ever...

about anything serious or real on Sourcelands    and where they infected from 17ish years ago my former region... theyre all Teletubbies overdosed on Huxley's Soma but too stupid to even remember that fine book .. 

but silly me i still ocasionally act as if she may be the one hope..

and there i am ALL my lifeforce being thrust into this  .. loada caca...

but i break off and ...

during the sermon

" ohh the one who sells for millions....b ..b ohh no cant remember ....."

now not only do i never like modern art having tried.... but silly Banksy+ stuff saying nothing is even worse .  

always blaming others    etc...

this chappie maybe a decade ago i briefly perused ... ok something..  but not millions of quids worth...defo a diversity hype.. 

now the elixir ..  not only as the true glorious one agreed do women 50+ not know thats when they REALLY get actually sexy .. but of course are all terrified theyre going to have loadsa black holes in their head from Altz- dim   

... thing is i am dim ..  often ... even if i have almost perfect 30  year recall    

but to also awake 0430 thisters and immediately have his name  i stumbled on  sermonising her jump in as if yesterday ..

in otherwirds perfect short term memory,too .. as long as one sleeps seven hrs... (too bored lastereve yet another fake didnt message   to bother staying up to normal puritanical 9ish)

however... even my worst ' enemy'  i cant get through her hocus pocus ...  " no its in the stars.." 

" suzi    ... decline.... ending up old gaga  duffer ... the key is     unfortunately as you know how i live by pure zen monk near silence 85%  of the time and in naycherr.... when one can be bothered say the dangerous real things...  the knife edge ones they wanna stab you for [ threatening their house resale prices if truths are known as even she a property price obsessive knows is true from presteigne kington Hay. ...and HIM ..  ]... that suzi keps the mind so rediculously sharp  and mojo 105   ...it surprises even me ... it us REAL wellness even you brainwashed into believing their bullshit soma ..."

 

their wellness does this to you

mine...works

but it may lead to years if butterflies rather than in your head,  in the stomach trying yo make you throw up ...

from fear of have i...... offended or said something not in even her ' script' 

 the other missing word: I womder if those fine Germans have it?

but what were those words the papermap woman used on me yesteraft? my my cannot anyone take on facest value a most valuable compliment...

Do come back...

 few if in fact no walking companions put me in an even better mood than i always am... 

and she went n diverted me from absolute cast iron plan ohh yes what was that asterisk i near forgot...

back in a min

 i do have so many readers who hang on every word....

aggh what was it...  thoughtloop back... an even smoother than ever helterskelter you discover there is just ONE left...

" road trip!!" and ...that wonky old one "love"

 ....now if anyone even a few years ago had said to me, as i said to her, then... that

 " well 'tused to be that most days you awoke mojo 105%  .. and a rare 95.."... as was that winter - the one three back,  we were up all night having "mammoths"... her wonderful word... of course the tragedy just like when a man doesnt know his worth (audio before last of the last one i can't recall despite truly good memory...) her use of the language only ever magnificent.....despite self-brainwashing, ever her lithe and fabulously hooknosed self that she's somehow ..lacking... bu then i know who's fault it is all them Ruperts and Rafes and all the rest of the thickhead Britolite schoolboys around HAtesville on shitty creek who wouldnt know beautiful expression if it came and smashed a whole in the keel of their absurd pirate boats ...as they had girlfriends from Cheltenham who thought Wutherin' Heights was the height of it.... when it was merely posh Eastenders for sugar addicted young Debs ...

"but now its always 105... no matter what.." i would say "dont be a utopian mad person like all these frauds of their world of 'toxic positivity' [ i will find the link to that book again soon even if we walked past it yesterdusk]... ... I'm the most utopian fool ever extant but there's a line...."

Anyway i have only one OTHER regret to  https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2025/11/who-on-earth-are-you.html

which is that asking Former Sovs - one and a half... being the half her buddy maybe ... " so we all know about The Painted Bird... by a truly revolutionary and simply genius Polish writer clearly with a heart, who did change the Western 'counterculture' a little... many called it their bible back in the day .. early 80s...  so that has 'roadtrip' format ... but do other, say Balkan cultures - their books and films,  have the road trip as metaphorical  model...for of course exploring whats back home and inside the homebirds..?"  and sadly all i got was a sulk....

But i would still like to know.

Now the ONLY  thing that matters daily is quiet.... and i have my territories perfectly mapped out...

how ever....

ohh yes the only other thing that matters is i didnt even get it in yesteraft, or morning " as  Neruda so wisely said a conversation does not begin until we have been speaking for at least an hour.."

I know the afterone would have smiled a true sincere smile had i done that usual hatecrime 

line 

(to the ubiquitous "im so so so busy" English...) of a sentence on her...

And the way she filled me up I'm STILL in a terrible 110% mojo state

which is akin to 'love' as i am very very very prejudicial on that one  - what it is

(prejudice to continue soon so many are in 'drafts' still to add to a bit then [press publish even if theres no point.. except my mojo which i was able to share at last with ONE worth it... " get doin' a Pru..." i know she listened...and i hope she will...and i never lie " road trip to go get you a wild handsome Peruvian mountainman ...or even finer smiley  Bolivian bloke... and in return you can ...[censored due potential ...well i know she would... and surprise must be the element...] )"

Anyway....

now as i meander ... as she said " i just speak with anyone i meet.."  what a perfect one! And you can see the cure in her eyes...

For a decade nearly...

I say " one third of the time i do causes - EU and eco the last 13 years almost full time, one third of the time he-human jobs, tough outdoorsy NO safety equipment  outdoors work any human can do but the women dont any more, they waste their energy on showoffnags or nagging but never help the bloke hold the post as he's whacking in HER horse's fenceposts... one third of the time i try to write let-go fullsomely.. one third of the time time to walk and even be at the sea where the quiet coves are... but as regards items 1 2 and 4.... obviously a play on words no English can get any more (as we let the yanks in having SO much power  - soft power on our radio  - radio 4 must now be almost 50% YANK SMUG EXPERT CONTENT ALMOST ALL FEMALE.. acc cap even if it needs to be as really i have catalogued 15 years of this, their creeping in*..and running the schools even... and yanks cant allow words that may require one to have to think as their only setting is if there isnt an immediate two faced false smile the interlocutor must be so hostile they need actually shooting... when a real human knows its the opposite...)

Anyway ... just in case i get shot now i have infact most unusually given my url to three wonderful women in 36 hrs... all as seemingly wonderful communicants and ... god only knows what 

only one i didn't say " please i am VERY VERY quiet and keep only to myself and what i may write has NOTHING to do with anywhere local at all... but ignorant morons will assume its about them so my pages are just for you.."

And me not saying that to her is obviously the greatest compliment in that for some reason i felt she was.. the sweetest smiley human and totally trustworthy..

probably wrong ohh well...

Anyway i have little interest in this country as even ten years ago none would understand the following.

(the Pru-fan one i so adore in every way we even hugged reminded me - and its NOT her 'fault' it merely is change..) 

SO a decade ago as per the Pru-fan, even if she needs a much better nickname in my head as i give everyone just friendly knicker ones... which she full well knows is: the most fabulous sex bomb of a 70plus year old ever ever ever extant... no matter what her accent.. reminded me yes of something .. that is literally everything.

A decade ago like her i walked and walked .. but for 30 years deliberately quite aside from the Prus and fans and most peeps...  so few to speak with.

If i did my normal thrice weekly 10km+ circuit up to Herrock Hill via sheepwalk [valley]  nobody...  maybe once a year the mass exterminator badger killers (i would discover in 2020) would be seen at their no-planning permission woodland cabin... just aside sheepwalk hidden in the woods...  so the Audis didnt glint and give them away...

Anyway ... sheepwalk has three largeish semi-natural (sort of bolstered by add on bits of damn over the centuries) many decade old lakes ....  

Liars often called Rupert Martha or  other ex private schoolgirl names like that who con radio 4 they are homey and au naturelle get on wireless 4 to tell you lies " my little grassroots nature saviour scheme is so successful.."

The purpose is only to be in the media saying these things..(as i told her she laughed)..  as the data confirms: only gradual decline the last decade accelerating of bird life.. vertebrates just as bad.. 65 maybe 70% all gone in the last 50 years...

Rupe Marth Cammie all failed...

One of the major litmus testers is herons.. go and speak as i did in 2010 with lovely TRULY tight old couple Chris and Rchel who quad around together still in love as they have a hobby of FIGHTING also for the rights of nature not to be shot by hooray Henrys on adjoining land... 

Anyway as he said to me (lifelong but very worldly farmer of upper Llanigon in theory away from the invading Henries below)

" twenty years ago if i walked up to my higher fields at dawn there would be at least ten heron sneaking a quick fishing session at the brook that is one side of my fields... the last decade i rarely even see one.."

FACT

i trust Chris and Rachel as she also holds him to account not to bullshit which is what a helpmeet is for... and vice is versa..

ANyway ff me up sheepwalk i would notice from about 1km the one and sometimes two heron that clearly lived there would spy me (they are so so second sight  - the REAL 'animal spirit' version that keeps them alive - when mad false shamaniac so called nature loving fat townies invade their hills and leave bits of toxic plastic cauldron all over the place..) " buggers its as if they have radar vision... immune to even my not very red indian stalking..." 

Anyway feeling sorry for myself just a bit over the years though never showing it or EVER saying so... i neglect THEIR needs. The way nature and evolution works (even in small false 'nature' loving smalltowns like Hay in wild places the babes mainly run off to be closer to Harvey's Knicks....so its at least several blokes per available fanny ... which causes sourness and sadness maybe even Gayness? ) is rules of resources ...

available fishies when undisturbed by nasty 2 legs.... hardly any

" wow its my lucky day i know i am going to die tonight of malnutrition if i dont spear that one minnow left in sheepwalk lake..."

ff a few mins

" but two legs is more likely to kill me- i see him yonder he thinks he's sneaking round me but im cleverer... so i better bolt into the blue and safety.."

Its last thought as it later  that morn  died of malnutrition

BECAUSE OF ME

nobody else, me

as i already knew how perilous their plight waseth...  but my own justified self sorrow stopped me remembering ..always means most of the time

so... gradually over several years of (i never use the word 'healing' from nothing but mad torture of mad people...i start to think of others not just my own sorrow and most days would skirt well around The Heronry... as no matter how much i adore them and their squawk... they dont adore me... for good reason

(ohh yes wow i forgot about the v v arty photos of the dead one here i think maybe not.....soon.._)

Anyway its the same with...

Now as of  7 or 8 years ago EVEN in my extremely almost wilderness place i chose to be occasionally a Rupert would be around with his drone.. i mean once a year.. i lived in a region by choice of as close to wilderness Woodlanders romantic hermitude and peace and nature as is possible...

But even there one day Henry sent his drone nosing around..

Now to THINK and be philosophical one needs to be partly free of distraction especially if one wishes to write a tract to show up how the fat so called nature lovers who invaded but usually they run away crying back to Wolverhampton or Cheltenham (main base for hookers in W Midlands..maybe not a coincidence)

...and know what nature is: NOTHING... endless amazing David Att type fabulous complexity..but nothing...  we may learn from as we have complex language unless English privo school ed... which caused a cultural construct which is in almost all instances stronger a force than most basic evolutionary forces..

In other words some fat bluehair says " i am saving the River Arrow.." in an age when one cannot say " ehh so is your chemical hairdye part of that saving, grace you also say you have..." even VERY nicely as i said to the true beauty yesterlunchtime but NICELY i like her..!! they spend the rest of life thinking of how to get you arrested...

nature does little to assist knowing how to be...human..and i know as i have spent years communing with it alone in wild places...

ANyway back to what matters - as maybe just one fable/metaphor..

Yes there were genuinely innocent times and nobody should go back years and whip their own arses (what the hookers of london say is the main request from English public schoolboys - i did a chronicling period with a few of them  a couple of decades back when i decided " no way ever touch an English oner again.." as she yesteraft agreed with me"!.. incidentally meeting the most honourable woman by far i have ever known.. Jasmine..i will never forget her truth and honest honourability...she did prove was not just words.. the last time we met maybe 17ish years ago.. " god....you!! fuck me! ohh yes later..... what an absurd coincidence its been years.... ive just been tellin the last client, about the first time we met that so perfect lovely afternoon when...[ story more valuable than Antigone and Sophoclese put together]  and we laughed so...".)  

...yes so i only accidentally had anything to do with machinery as a young man ACCIDENTALLY... nothing else to do went to crop sprayer school in South Island NZ when we didnt know it was truly apocryphal but never took that up properly (too dangerous in fact - death wish stuff!) so ended up Banararamaing around in small charter planes instead and humanitarian heart transplant etc..

i AM the only pilot EVER in the world ever to have handed back my commercial license

... when my daughter was born and only because i knew a parent would never want to away for even 5 minutes from where their kid is if real parent and also  i knew that higher fuel consumption per person of smaller planes meant that whole thing incompatible with her future... period. THE END

even if slightly allegorical in the way i may say that in shortcut language i just didnt renew things never got in one again and second best decision of life ever 

Anyway to the point - not really 'privileged' at all as it was a funny old world of honour in fact and most pilots - 99% in fact... were from pretty humble background... a career a bit like professional birwatching...and most pilots just as socially inadequate...

But if you have something that buzzes along at a few hundred miles per hr and do in fact as charter pilots (fancy taxis) do especially if delivering parcels,  have many 'dead legs'   - empty plane,  then theres always the temptation if over lovely remote places at dawn as the sunrises alone coffee and fag and  a bit of Barbie on in the walkman..

to drop down and skim...

 and yes its the second most exhilarating and being part OF nature thing one can do... belting along atop sanddunes or treetop at 2 or 300 mph... 

I did it a lot....

all over the world.... 

around extinct volcanoes in the very nasty drug addled [whiteman i mean] West Indies... Alps..Pyrenees all over..

Northumberland one of my fave places - the Cheviots... 

But that was then... when there werent many planes and far fewer of them would get off the beaten track.. most were neurophobes who were too scared to leave official 'airways'..me i lived only to NOT be in the airways

And i am quite sure someone dawn walking in woodland or even the one time only  i buzzed a girlfriends country pad her neighbours would have been 

 almost  enlivened by seeing such a curiosity above...maybe once a year at most

As her... my my i am jealous to have been in small spotter plane low down on THE NAMIB...all my life the ultimate dream...

THE one place i wanted to go..

But its almost as if she had been there for me...

And not just growing up but in fact being human is a changing cultural construct that the Ruperts and Cammys... now will never know about:  " i stopped... if someone gave me a free learjet and the whole of Namibia now for a whole day to play in lowdown ...i would not.... not even if...[other one and only dream]... no... yes.... i was lucky  not that we knew then....i could do that when there were so few of us it was no real disturbance to the quiet country lovers ... but now  the S coast of Cornwall just one example is ruined by hundreds of Ruperts with their fucking drones... entirely unable to think of other humans.... and yes the girls are on that gig too now every vanwoman filming herself gotta be in a  WILD place from her drone... saying NOTHING!...stop.... even i did.... yes i had a turn but sorry..it was just a twist of time..fate...if you all do it now theres no nature or wild left ever again... "

Not one now....could even understand (so its over as even thisterdawn proves so so quiet,a  byroad....a mad woman testing her rally vehicle with a  convoy of accompanying vans  so loudly for hours!..back and forth full throttle.of course she is entitled..of course...she has a 100 grand special version and special rally stickers.. she will likely be planning or training for some special 'charity' challenge across a desert that doesnt need her to challenge it to shut the fuck up as its always quiet.....of course she is entitled i am sure the few houses along her  route this morning  - well at least a  dozen spear out into the hills ....all say as the selfish cunt awakes them all from 630ish ...and if any local sees i have written this as her team doubtless spend hundreds in the local pubs theyll stab my types at best... thats what the countryside became... their hooray Henrietta even now.. playground and they dont even know that noise and antisocial behaviour ....doesnt just come from underclasses in council houses... ) 

BUt i know she would

right SUCH a diversion so many draft bits to get back to for here now no more wonderful diversions...!!

full time ignoring everyone..they ignore me even when obviously suggested to them " i DO of course have so many stories for you to turn into magga bucks art attacking the rich peeps who fuck the environment far more per peep than the paupers....... and you can have them all for...free... "

 

 

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