I had never thought of the whatNOT?!

 silly me i got quite good at that in the first few years in the stony Wasteland...

but you can't 'think' of it proactively.... it just hits you like a not here bee between the eyes  at times "stupid me...its what they did NOT say ever that's the key...to making me look actually very sweet and a reluctant Nestbeschmuter (let me see did i get the spelling right first try..? 

oggles version nestbeschmutzer but thats ok that counts as i almost always write only in the sunshine in quiet parks so couldnt see the obvious typo 

now.... i have been FULL time on all this material for at least 3 weeks even if it doesnt look like it

And there is a sequence i keep ruining by thinking up more waffle to add in but really it must STOP HALT fookin achtung baby...

i have so much to weave back in...

Especially when one has such a wonderful volcano of a day - the slow burn kind, but the lava is overflowing...

will it remain hot and dangerous [not to me to themselves] or gently solidify into something one can walk upon safely...

(even if up there in poshlands of fake greens they mowed their best WILDFLOWER MEADOW yesteraft... which really ahs broken my heart... especially as a fair few afternoons i just bedded down there for my afternoon kip and book..)

 

and this stupid cameraphone.. keeps doing this and as unlike anyone else i never use the horrid things except to attempt to  waste my time with only one communicant a week at most...

and film or photos for here 

or the other one if i think someone may just be a REAL person 

as in today but theres no point nobody EVER 'follows through' with any discussion sometimes over many months about what to DO

eg just on the pesticides that are used at social housing a year ive been attempting to nudge nicely someone to DO what she endlessly says she is going to DO...

but it wont happen and everyone has ten times more dosh than i never mind elect..

    so its nice to pass on the odd inspiring thing to the next generation

as today even if all now has barbed wire as free gift wrap

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/but-only-guide-we-ever-needed-was.html

and then yes ... always put anything into laptop immediately and ONLY work from a laptop never ever phone as its depressing enough being unable to watch what one has made due time restrictions batterywise..

and just load em up iunchecked for over the line sedition but then as i always know exactly where the line is...

at least to turn the stupid film around into the position it was when I turned it on but the stupid AI now knows better so i would have to open phone edit it in there (not poss here) and upload another fixed version here which takes 10% of battery  - both of em....

so twist your neck around and you kiss Carswell's twited neck and ass too like my once only trusted friend 

this is good about why ALL eco operations ALWAYS fail

i think its this one 

 whats that? 

right SO SO many missed bits a dozen groovy audios...

one someone who paid assuming he may be sane he can have a preview...

or is he a very very clever bot who has hacked mummy's purse and will dob me in for REALLY getting down to naming some real baddies ....an Oxford prof...and tv star...who made the mistake of pretending she was literally Nature Queen and saviour...just 20km away from where for 20 years i did a bit of that...alone...nobody else there...and without telling anyone much a sits REALLY  dangerous...? And even she couldnt be relied on doing what her very very expensive mailshot said she would...

never mind as my witness in worst eco crime of the century...

ditto

Well their electric (i can speak scruffclass or fatandtattooed so as to bridge between them all, too) must be illusiory, too...

 thirty two percent and i thought it would have been up to at least fifty...

(the day after yes a real  heartbreaking tragedy...)

Anyway even the Southerner of the BBC has on his wireless at quarter past sixish " plant more flowers" due the bumbles down 30% ... (and that was merely 2022) ..

Except there is problem number one of TWO!

It merely is a case of LEAVE more flowers, petal...there is no such thing as a 'weed'  or if one wishes  to be all Lowlander,  Dipsaci  or is it disacuses are beautiful and a certain kind of bird is especially evolved to favour them...

Few Northerners would actually understand as ... well the story of the land, and the Lowlands start precisely at Lyonshall  - everywhere east of if one drew a line North South, and everywhere South of about Ripon ..

and to be unantagonistic to folk from them parts or rather that land mass of mass extinction of any souls  or sense..

as i am sure they get intimidated by using even a word 'uplands' or even mid[elevation] lands... 

as hills are merely to play in and have 'adventures' as long as one is well equipped with anti Teazel sprays and hats and water botts (my equal - her OF them 300m and abovelands she laughs when i say " luv on all three red alert days i meandered up past yours lunchtime or should we be inclusive and say dinnertime..no hat,  ok one day i had ONE cup only of water in a plastic milk bottle taken from someones recycling... usually no water...

"as i wanted to die  ...and you know why...  from our wonderful winter high byway meetups randomly when the selkies deemed it was kairos time... 

ehh yes .... so they started to come to my past 200mpluslands to use nice fluffy language which a splendid lesbian wouldnt find 'seperatist'... ... which interestingly is far less arable  - plants are very elevation specific far more so than i ever knew, than one may assume..

Anyway imagine a long windy byway from a lower hamlet going up into the hills to the west... nobody for ever would bother to cut the verges... and those 200mplus elevations one has more sparse flowerfilledness in the hedgerows so every flower really really does matter   (especially as the truth of the land for centuries is that 99% of farmers and i was one so i'm allowed to say so even if i was due  pwerfect old rustic Ralph a true environmentalist,  in the '1%'  flower hating fascists..

They demand they live in Surrey too with perfectly manicured verges as far as the junkies eye can see... even if some very forgotten old backwater..

They resent the nutrients and even sunshine each flower may take from their meaty operation...

Anyway some fat Midlander - by which one means the 'Black Country' a region of retail parks, forever, or in living memory, even if they would arrive and give tales of some mythical 'gypsy' past,   just in their own scummy industrial Midlands back garden (and you cant help it where you were born) 

"i'm from the Black Country and thus am some earthy Romany adjacent  un impeachable person to ALSO be almost 'pitied' as due their perfect living-in-harmony with seasons and flowers and all that....gathering herbs so as to treat the horsey with a tickle in its throat... when in fact they worked in the local pill factory (back there) and as soon as they began to buy up the cheap old cottages of the MIDlands (elevation 200mish and up) it was hilarious in that demanding they be noticed via cutting a strip of verge outside their     'place'  indeed looked the most absurdist artform ever..

fat ex pill factory manager must cut his bit so as to prove he arrived... or her sometimes..

Which sounds pedantic but when they also started to apply the same purification treatment to all the public spaces including The Warren by Hay in 2001 ... THE greatest established huge wildflower  meadow in the area...

Thats when you know they deserved to run over a big nest of ground dwelling bees and get the consequences..

(and not have learned as proper country folk do " BEE or WASP..or even HORNET... bugging, KEEP YOUR GOB SHUT IMMEDIATELY " as a sting on your 10 year olds tongue is the one way they could quickly and very very painfully just like those unheadscarfed babes nobody actually cared about... get throttled to death....)

Anyway.... i repeat Warren performance yesterday ... nobody cares..

The Lowlanders will have been walking by and not even NOTICE... a couple of wonderful flowerfilled acres ... genocided...

and item 2 is one cannot say a thing unless one has a back protector...  ok its almost ...well i had no idea that the whole SWestershire seems to be samesexshire santuary shire...

only with a partner in tow to the local farmers or council or whatever  will one be treated with SOME respect ...  that no Green Party person as they trickled in only to shitty towns like Leominster could ever ever understand..

as they  hardly ever go beyond their shitty towns... 

But item 2 REALLY is... as i have been reminded so beautifully in one person... 

How certain 'bubbles' - all Lowland even in WAles,  do utterly  use up ALL the oxygen and dont even know whats been going on up the road for decades..

THE 'land' - and small farms are always a bit nicer to flowers, or potentially so once she has had it out with im round the bacon table ...  so the land needs couples - a 100 acre farm cannot even survive if it does do awful tourist glamping  without a couple doin' it.. always has been that way... shared tasks ..  and larger farms always default to " ok we need 4  tractor drivers they are pricey so we MUST use every last drop of glyphosate we will be able to get away with, as that brings down the price tag by millipence of each grain of corn.. and each flower left in the fields takes a BIG chunk of cost base away especially now we can measure it to the faction of a billipence with HAL9000 over there in the corner and he costs a fortune to fix too... "  

Which is why the environment is fucked...

the farmers on the small farms (but not in Swestershire which is merely a holiday camp every inch of it) are even sourer  when they get bored of Pornhub or cider ... and there is nothing left at all to take away their feeling of existential Utterly aloneness as most of the babes need to be near the shops...

and go down the pub,its 5 lonely landsmen to every supermarket check out babe  maybe left in the region and thats in fact an even more bitter cross to be unbearable..

And yet try 'sharing' this with a Green, a green small g, or an accademic from Bubbletown..

guess what

(but i adore  and am only energised by the Christian bigot's Wasteland... 

and being the one weirdo who for a decade has attempted to share this rather large matter that defines ALL middishlands ... everywhere...cept the place they all go and semi retire to so are myopic indeed thats a good defo of narcissism .. i had no idea is so incurable ...

but it is in my annals at least....what REALLY happened...?

someone patronising me....  would certainly be participant in something that surely will end up to some extent in the history books...immortal.

 

as will she be - the Doctor from Oxford... who set herself up as VERY WELL FUNDED saviour of all nature in the whole past region....even MY hills she was asked to assist me at and never even bothered to answer the question...... but i put into the audio yest theREAL story of her... and it matters... shes terminally single too of course and her fakebook speaks of all men as abusers...or thats always their hint...

that became the only gig they know...

why also they are so so sour they cant ever do the JOB they say they, are.. their whole identity 'nature protectors' when... i have two perfect stories which show in fact almost the exact opposite... 

she would likely sue though... unless i spend 5 hrs getting out all the photos photos of her texts and recordings of this and that... only from a  few years ago...

and NOTHING has changed... other than i randomly discovered The Source of them all.... 

Now that was a perfect little film.....

even if theyve cost me

 five hundred quid a year to store

and sure as ferrits are ferrits

wont ever be collected

but yes I still gather and hunt the oddgoodone

never mind carry around 4 boxes of em found even in this cultural desert 

a real pain in arse but ...

there isNO ' ambiguity' ...

ine must always act as if the fairies decide to actually help maybe by giving one a propper dise of exotic ecolii and the nursies have to  track down a next of kin

if theyve slept enough to manage to think in 2 d..

or run out of their drugs too

ambiguous ....  hmm... just the kind of word the profiteers would deploy

when they too only know crocodile tears

i always give anyone 2 weeks to respond

but we shall see

now...

 

the real tragedy

The fabulous only toughnut ( illegal teen preg,  now a fine young radical  lawyer 25years later)in the whole of Pastyshire

with the only fine mind

fought with her counselling degree professor Leon

i explored til i found her in the last place on earth

" they come here flounce around the prom all day pretending to be sweet mermaids and they even got their  vicious soundhealer  talons into my sister and ruined her.. conned her into their cult."

but forced into Rupert's bed as only ' alternative' even if her true  love a defo economic migrant ..from Iraq..

tragedy

neds to be a comedy

i know no other woman who makes me laugh, so

" get the best incense...and find him ( lasterweek)

 ...with his perfect troubadour nomadic shamaniac walking ...

well they aren't sticks

no ' staffs'

and hipster beardy ajacent just beardy 'nuff

with a large stafftopping of  crystal inlay

(i had to bite my tongue to hold back the laughs .)

( proof the goose is dead theres usually not even nuf signal here to kill off the last bit of designer bread

from no sour

dough)

Say a prayer with heartfelt emojiis abundant

Let it be!!!

Lisa ....

newly created 

Ministress of pulling up your socks

( im sure real northerners would ave figured

rather an unnecessary idiocy summertime 

their docks)

 get ' processing' ...

all that maters

GOLDRUSH  time..... 

i mean if err Wigan is gona be beacon hill

for the New Republic of them all so ill

until they get Lisa's newbuild sensory garden

indoors..... babes get sharpenin your PFI claws

and grant apps

....online...i know theres shit broaband dont whine

our day to shine

plenishy abundant facile tittilatory 

queens of all so 'sensory'

and be part of New Jerusalem

our kairos has come ...

....  Totnes inc

at least theyll have our aromatic therapies

to medatitively and hollistically

guide em down the sink

hole

whilst we profiteer ....

commin' with us ( itsvanlife) eer

run.... just enuf snakecash...

off we  go and con the poor Europeans ...

were not just livin off, back home rent

market rates

anyway i always forget the true inventor of punk

' punk' as the greatest expressive artform  ever as to exactly whats what

still

and why thyre all self identifiy as

"ill"

I actually do THEIR PR....

 "this is THE one most romantic church in history.... "

and give them the story (quite often if at my docking station)

"the cynics say one thing...i know he was just drunk and got the wrongun, pointin at him... .... but  it gave us Lorna... a truly magnificent pacifist tract.. never mind Master Ridd alone up in the hills real man farmin' no-one to help im dig out his frozen lanbsteaks"

why i really need my van fixed....

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/come-and-get-your-free-selkie.html

as it will no way on earth get though to twenty seven

I know the one man i must find on the way to, 

out of hell called Devon

Mister Frockish  " the last great rock band..."

i need to shake his hand

(knowing every smallest scratch and bit o feedback i still cant tell which is the most perfect moment  - version ...recorded and the yoof fake it theyve got the best 'remaster' all they can do twiddle knobs and not create their own

new revolution ... " cos theyre afraid a bad credit score if you get seven years slammer for bashin up a deathhouse factory..and never again afford the free data

contract" ) 

Ive got to get to his Serbia

and tell em of what rhymes with ...it

In the Lingua Franca

After all only she ....

spitting opprobrium  "groundhogs .. " and all that 

destroyed by womb rewilding manifestly failed  bullshit

 inspired

that poetical hit

If they had a poet for president or just some real nomad in his tent

Thats guaranteed free unEnglished passport,  surely

in a world of just one bit of her spittle, homeopathically 

microscopic trace of sanity 

might apreciate why shetoo got on the rongun

nanaboat wise

(Imoan will love it her soundbowl paradise got on wireless this morn before he's even in.... competing for victim cash ...  to be cont) 

Pandytown

 Now... i knew it the moment he said he loved MAnchester

And fair dinkum a VERY impressive woman journalist - men not ever DARING to say real stuff

my " women have the voice" audio a few weeks ago yet again proven

" i followed him around in his mayoralty for years ... inner circle of crumb whores .... 

Andy's always open sanctum doors

it was interesting... as long as everyone basked in the  glow of his man of the people image and foul aftershave all was smiley and sweetly bouncy  your favourite uncle PAndy... but that time he was asked a REAL question not on his cheatsheet about how his plod were being very nasty and fittin' folk up or summit like...he suddenly went ICY cold as dark Lord as that silly costumed one from star Wars... really fuckin hot and dark lord of the dark arts that one.... "

I believed...only her

Superb real journalism...

Amazing she was even allowed on the BBC...

ahahh just enough battery left

(i dont argue merely arrogantly adopt their insouciance

just occasionally chuck away stealthy insurance

but yesteraft.. (in public space) " sorry luv.... them fey fake beatles your bleatin' on about.... 

as a 100% pacifist wouldnt even wish Mr big O cidere causing the fine Iranian anti headscarfe  babes an earlier than scheduled execution likely as we speak...a bad cold

but  the same year that one of them fakes who singlehandedly imported all that fake indian guru craptoo

 got an early dispatch

when the job was even then to unThatch as every sane one of us knew

.... to think if i were New Order i would sue for trades descriptions Pandy trying to sound all hip sounds with it on in the background to his last videographic speech...

..i can tell you a story about the fakest Manchester adjacent man in all of history just this spring

manages to con even me

steal ALL my oxygen when i didnt have any time to spare

at least in "love" he would spout..

mentally ill no doubt

.... only one man though tragic for his Belgian bird

But as thefine Serbian priest once said

even if meself i far prefer dreamy hippy girl stuff

The day the music died ("the last great rock band")

(and The 'North' endedtoo)

The real musicman real artist too ... even if by his own hand

rather than some externally assisted alcoholic boss of a  little cheeky Puddleborn boyband

Laber....even Midlanders....

The man who couldnt even tell that Nick the  bloke he would take to tea...

In Commons likely Lords too....

was spinning a web of deceit and false allegation fantasy

several years the borderline personality 

obviously disordered

Order order let the minister speak....

the truth no lies

pulled the wool over fatty Watsons eyes

( when even i knew the smell of rats)

Anyone who thinks any Northerner ( my formerly only enjoyed territory ..i loved  propper,  my tough  northern whippet of a grandad, as he also saw thru the effete dodgy  drip of a son he had accidentally caused to effect)

can be trusted to know  any reality

never mind unThatch their own houses built of stolen gravy

(" fourty years of Neo.. liberalism")

is as bonkers as ....

Which is the whole thing...

 I need no thing.

Various things on the other site...

Two decades of dreary gentleness... 

notepad normally far more nice neat Paperchasey handwriting

Not one of them Lowlanders and their whole Industry ( ehh define a 'service economy' even if myself i wish no economy being an expert of economics as i am, and know its all artificial and Ruskie Roulette,  just redistribute the grub a bit more fairly: making money from other humans by conning them with vats of snake oil or 30 quid haircuts, and thats just the boys...  the ugliest tattoos in history, conning them that Lisa's 'sensory centre' filled with chemical aromas as 'therapy'... is any substitute for a good dose of real country smells " "esti ... careful.... theres one in the bed somewhere i can smell it  - the sweet smell of ferret on the loose leaving her little tidy piles of poo on the go ... now which of the so intelligently designed territorial corners is it today..?")

 Anyway if you REALLY are a battleaxe you have to give away EVERYthing...

No half way houses  to stock up on Brighton Rock.. 

You even have to give away your 'identity'...

Mine being for so many years that humour is ok but likely achieves nothing so don't waste your time 'awaking' up and immediately " womb rewilding [service]" comes into my sick mind (c the Roches proper writers unlike 1 1/2 dimensional Northern angry young men)

Which i could be richer than Mister Grott if it got out that it is available as a special service only at the elite

retreats

and that just sprung up from nowhere

or maybe it is from somewhere

its impossible to know. BUT ITS NOT ME 

Thus one gives away ones actual 'identity'

Be not me 

The one service that they dare not actually sell. 

which is of course the cure

To that which they darent truly see

Now...

 jt's not quite all fascism-lite

glowing 

out from the ten grand supercomputer  on her dashboard 

25 plate leccy showoff van

a week ago " here i'll have two more weeks please even if im going on strike as nobody phones me any more a bit of parchy weather and they all hide under their sunshades ...panting and performative moaning" 

" ... i took your last one down a few days ago i realise i left it well after you paid for....."

" i noticed....bless yer soul..."

But actions speak ...ONLY

In my world of so many gibbers (WHY the rural lands wilted...and if i told them Suchet's  Blott and Geraldine James, were my almost only role models of course  even my one pet..pet Northerner rich woman....

wouldnt call me back in to do her mucking - entirely rebuilding her soil from scratch soon.... she agreed " god the soil here is extraordinary it looks loamy and rich but i have never known such MEAN soil...sums the whole place up" 

Anyway.... as usual i bridge all of them even if i like NO Lowlander (i think the legal warrior babe has to qualify as Highlander due actually doing what she says..)

so among all the whole grift all over the place all they can do is persona spin themselves.. in the loneliest unconnected place i have ever known

ahh yes we shall come to her in a bit

Ahhh i so so enjoyed meeting the Irishes ...THEY alone have inspired me of late well first equal with the Thomasinas...

 and how weird that Michael K was hidden in here i didnt notice several good looks through

ahh yes and my new sort of friend well...
Best lesbian jokes ever

Never mind a REAL one who uses her alure to entice herself a foreign passport...

(" you tell wifey syvlie   that Magdalena the Spaniard  sorted me out when i was about 25 and demanded nicely that i slowly and sensually looked after her whole bodily bits....  and you gotta watch it with these English even fabulous Northern ones ... that they mean it theyre thinking ALWAYS of the others pleasuretoo....  but if you REALLY love her you'll get her to take her pension early and scarper forever back to Spaniard sanity ")

anyway 'hope' i dont understand -  i go out of my way to be hated and feared and derided even if i must be 100% stealthy

And i assumed that even a sort of Northernish joke about being on strike she would have taken literally in the only one dimension they can exist in down Southern Lowlands even faking higher lands..

and she put me CENTRE  stage 

i dont get it

ive been elevated to centre stage pushing out the various, 

'rewild your womb with ..'

..well they all have those kinds of names of course

'shing' out ....among all the come and plenish yourself with loadsa Botty stuff but better as we are 'feminine'  and all that WHICH TOOK OVER THE MARCHES  - the real Hinterlands, from 15ish years ago all i am interested in chronicling them...

And destroyed the only one woman i liked in 2020...

when shetoo thought she better adopt it as business model...

One week shes making every great joke about how shes pondering revving up her broomstick based in Slad (LAurie's gaff of course where he wrote the superb Two Women ) and zooming over for that Xmas 

the next month shes literally having full on permanent breakdown after being VERY tested by me some months even if from afar 

cos she goes and sets self up as 

"womens ethical super  networked smiley new paradigm saviour of the universe financial cons...oops  i was going to write consultant... 'loving  community facilitator'..." and they tore her to shreds..her facilitated ones

( A JUDGE - senior... THE big Cruella bossbabe  of the hunt ... and The Christian did say in writing she would redeem herself of her sins lieing she wanted continuance in this life on her land)  

Dooneshire is 100% suburb

Anyway i now feel sorry for the Chrets in that Mister Prayer for the day  today has managed merged their Vudu  with Eckheartian Now...

THE PERFECT EXCUSE for never ever ever caring about even the next moment or the bugs that on page 2 "HE" says are his gift to them...

 ... when i will be starving as this best ever summer 

drought, means my phone stopped even ringing occasionally

but i wouldnt have it any other way

Ahahh copyright me just came... Mister Pandy

or as he wishes to be thought of UNThatch ...

Now.... there was superb culture from the North  Sillitoe... Barstow i think..

 Then of course Mister thingumy no battery... Friday Night  Saturday Morning... No that was Sillitoe

Who would make such superb word pictures and even  plays for today all that...about the Northern man in his shiny Jag...

Man of The People

Who was..... ALWAYS.... venal dodgy secretive warped rather weird kind of mummy's boy underneath the vile pungent aftershave  pinched from Harrods to cover up the whiff of chipfat and  fine useful ferret crap on his patent boot soles...and ...

 

The Ricochet....

 

and yet again before i even check if all photod SUPERfast handwritten pages (all i ever do is Utterly ultra fast on the hoof no aforethought except 35 years knowing what needed to be 'said'  and its kairos time ) are even here in order as that takes more battery than ....i have

as even the seemingly fine ish mind of your thirty year NHS frontliner can't actually believe any words said " cos of you ... no grudges but the cause and effect is so so many 'moments' wasted... i thought you were an actual ally who ...etc" 

Anyway... the latest today offering god the whole lot of (richer) them... and their persona "we must have hermitude [fake] to plenish our poor hurt souls....[when as the world record holder,   actually worse than Malkinson who got out after 17 years wrongly held after dodgy coppers fitted him up...of a life sentence fucked by vile slithery objects like ones own lost Conran addicted family who 40 years ago i sanely orphaned myself from actively ... even sort of nicely... i knew by twenty years ago.... subtly head down not wanting to even WASTE ANY BROKEN CHINA ON ANYONE EVER, bullwise... ...as i have never met ANYone in Uk worth challenging via saying what needs to be said, to them.... for their own good...] actual therapy is taking on the mad baddies.. bit by bit..never hiding unless it is necessary due no back protection nor any money to get the bus home if someone plays nasty legal games...

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/p/estrangement.html

(nice little section at the end on real Britain Pandy

 clad PAntists will only perpetuate as theyre their mates 

especially Lisa Nandy 

with her "Wigan now has an expensive sensory centre for the poor endless rivers of victims we pander to pantin 

for our patronage

 in my Wigan"

FAKE LANYARD CLAD  VILE CHARITY CASH GRABBIN 'CHILD'  sadness specialists, who fake ever ever ever actually ever DOing anything other than use estranged kids as their latest begging bowl cash cow... via the BBC no less) 

And also learning from the GREAT culture of Reginald Iolanthe ten times better than any wonky dadaists...

that his performative art empire of Grot...

The last great real artistic and philosophical statement

He wanted to fail as he saw through ALL the swampmud...

well....who knows he tried to failed and failed,

and it worked.

But working never works either

when crap like a young lost user boy gets to nuumber six in the charts

(Ahhhahh of the MANy fakes did he steal his most famous line from a fairly good adaptation thisteraft of They Shoot Horses... ? the nuthin to lose one...

ohh yes.... sanctuary.. i only need sanctuary from places in Swestershire where this is their default fake persona ... Winterings... ehh H is For HAwk..

all this made up self pitying crap

That RIULES the whole section of society that has the lanyards or even more important has the ear of the ones who write social policy for the layard wearer

(one came by today bloke 60s all energetic after a good 'meditation' session ... all the right aristo hipster ajacent look  loudly " i love the project Im IN LOVE [sic] with the project.. we will get grants for it... "  )

 

and then fascinated by the language their ukltra spin as if we hadnt learned from Mister spin moderniser himself Tony and Alistair... (and his 'depression' - you get from fucked up confusing values and influences) 

Anywya i have zero interest in ANY British private school boy-girl infested county .. as 50 years ago i saw through all of them as often dying younger than the mean value

having no value to anyone ever

and their parents often drive each other to drink, doin' a self-inflicted dead parrot... and in fact so often do die younger than their time as well...

But you can't say that to them.." i actually empathise for you..." 

ok backwards now

even into a private schoolboy admitting just that in public i capture many small snippets of your absurdist zeitgeist that hasnt a hope in hell of achieving any healing or any sanity

As The Mong - Littleuns mum, knows too...

and each bloody time i plug phone in to  superfast get a photo out if i dont remember to unplug said phone as now it drains my laptop battery...

MY FAULT ONLY

i knew my early spring time and energy wateverthieves were sort of codependent the only label i allow as its usually true to some extent...

as are all of you..on this kind os smart-thinking rubbish that has so failed the REAL elite of their world create even more elite therapeutic approaches...

https://www.samharris.org/podcasts/making-sense-episodes/483-the-knots-we-tie-ourselves-into

when the truth is that the "worlds leading neuroscientist" to quote many worldleading dickheads...and " worlds most popular thinking crumpit's meditation guide " often cannot even be BOTHERED to check his many spam emails for a correct link - one often sees this,

never mind understand that the Arab mind is just as much of a cultural construct has his lost mad one and  Busbombing is not genetically inherited and thus needs forever action to keep em all in a concentration camp listening to Sam HArris meditation tapes to make em 'aware' which they never will attain as theyre genetically uncurable.... which is essentially his position since 7 oct..

just like UKs leading charity with so much charity cash for decades  - all the staff just as useless as De Botts i bet many style their look on himtoo even if it used to be some fine women (trustees) in the 2000s who were quite ranty about the pricks who took all the money and cultural capital as saviours of children and never had the guts ever to DO anything real...

can't be bothered to get their links right either (fairly often)

likely as their offices are manned by cheap youngman labour whos dads never taught them to always trebble check just a letter before you send it..

I never have time to and thus some letters today had so many typos as i hadnt noticed that the crappy signal had meant the spell checker hadnt kept up with my necessarily  ultrafast writing...

and fool me i never learned to touch type so have to look at my fingers..

which means i forget the underclass phone modem always disconnects after half an hour and if not UKTRA switche don i lose stuff..

which i havent done for years so i know my mind is best ever top of its game..

but nobody will ever play...

what is the only way

.. except The Mong and a ferkin Iti owns her ass... 

He must be ok though the one who proves something

theyre not 100% up their own ..

addicted to Phoebe Waller Bridge's "anal sex" she attempted to make her seem vaguely interesting by including 7 times in her first series,,,

when grown ups know that dirty little habit - they seem to have popularised more than any other  blue filmmakers,   polluted the whole of Italy decades back 

Anyway Both PArents Matter  dont think their work matters enough to check their outbound either ..

i think i have most of my links accurately organised...

which is a miracle as the speed i have to write and create (and theres MUCH more than you see in both my sites its sort of kairos time..)

And i remember ALl... but i recently made an audio eco or you ruining your kids by not holding the lethally dodgy school teachers to account ... 

and as i finished thought damn i missed an important point

kept it in head for a whikle but its disappeared lost in the void...

but i know..it will come back, soon

At which point next stage commences

And oft hinted at best ever screamy song, the architect his one he never even paid the screamer what a conman Roger Waters not surprising hios whole so called rhetoric a con to make only him look good on Israel pally..

quite a few have read 

https://www.ralphschism.com/p/israel-palestine.html and i hope it gave my mean readers a virus that made them allergic to ..

spacedust everyone else spouts and you get even iller in the head

Anyway oft just hinted at best screamy song plus the odd reference to lead (99% of my words and imagery are 100% my own totally original and i couldnt do that before  one gradually discovered even ones evil lost user of a mad celeb obsessed vampiric mother  was a cheerleader in 

i lie accidentally  in that her vampirism wasnt obvious until a  year after i started to let go...

so she never even created anything positive with  the fancy well coiffured slime comin out of the side of her mouth....

anyway...    

for some years it hurt....as (yet ANOTHER gently forwarded argument with some old bag today they will NOT allow you to say 'there is no hope' ...their fake hopemaking is how they avoid being bog cleaners at St trinnians i guess..

they trade on it whist doing nothing ever ever ever)

of course one would never have even a small hope of renting a dog kennel in their hopeless fake slightly upper middle class regions of only performative hope so as they keep their fake jobs in the lanyard sector rather than end up behind the till at Lidl..

But nowadays i just laugh along 100%  with what was great art in its day...

(i think the sexy rather fine legged religious one fancies me actually the way she...notices me these days....last time EVER here..)

ooh and this is just today several days after i have given up bothering me to have anything to say on anything serious even if i have thousands of little piucs that prove acedia is too good a word for your worse-than-italy vile 

little Aisle

Narturally the vilest Itis flocked to like flies on a discarded designer boot.. the blood of the anal Sardinian gang.... r*pe still fresh dribblin down its side..

what aa waste as some passing junky ate the other one assuming it was some fancy special pasta or it could have been recycled into being a useful pair for someone not caught up in their vile artless lack of any taste except babyfood like pasta..

(even here is infected with i heard the local hoodlums the other night looking all footy hoodlum  getting bored of the footy ...actually saying "lets go back to his for fresh pasta we've just made ..." rather than be proper junkies like most of Italy was in the 80s... )

 

 

Twenty years of..

 tragic time wastery

 and as your next Andy Pandy

 has likely accurate been termed

People Pleasers...

Never mind the story of the rural fringelands

My half- the-time worklands

just to keep alive

" ohh we'll certainly be getting you to continue that job..."

And it never happens

But there's always new learnings

How to skin of teeth keep on keepin on

despite them

And then.... I can HE Bates style, turn into a little novella sized reflection, every interaction long or short, with anyone for years

 

RIGHT LOADS OF FUN POIGNANT PICS TO GO IN HERE

WITHIN 24 hrs 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

..... And I certainly will be with some...

As there are a few great goodies. Who make the baddies seem so lonely and lost even if the majority...

The girl in the shop this eve:

" so what do you think about it ..i love it too..... so so QUIET them all at their tellies all eve..and not up til lunchtime.....but speak honestly i wont mind...  what do you REALLY think about it....?"

"well..ehhm ok..no offence dont take any ... all my adult life 18 to 30 until i turned intoa  saint....  i really rather only roamed mainly europe but other parts to ... .. now i will tell you s ad fact... and well i had a bit of a thing for exploring the women too.... 

" French women ...well you dont have to chat them up as its au naturelle to quite immediately become lovers...i mean easy lovers no fuss no English silly giggling or getting pissed...l'amour...sensual ... whatever class ..always flawless.....  homeless flea ridden ones, flawless ive even had it off in ditch behind an old building in Nice i had only just met her...with a very sad one but we just had to have it off to express our pure shared humanité..

 or all the way up to the elite the elan........ and then even the older ones... 100% sexy Isabelle so sexy even seventy..and she KNOWS it... . and they are the best in the world as i told everyone i met in three years of provisional second ref  informal streetcorner campaigning ... ok first equal with Spaniards... a 21 year old spanish taught me.. when i was five years older than her ... to... not just  go beserk for her body the moment we got it on on my carpet one hot London afternoon... ...but she said NO stop iiiittt....  treat me  like a sensual  flower to be opened slowly and softly...that i am even if very very experienced ....  and she was a right slapper from the other side  of the tracks.. she was right though and no English had ever had the hummanity to even say what she liked.... so.... does that say who i may wish to win... 

" but then yes ehh..i only went in to charge my laptop under cover as all the pubs and cafes here are SO SO stare-at-you its horrid... that evening i knew they would stare elsewhere...but not having seen a tv 20 years i could not believe the way the camera zoomed in high definition at endless people who were so well off they ere wasting many thousands on being at a stupid game.. but they were closeupping on one after the other grown women and men looking like they were 2 years old and had the worst tantrum ever ongoing.... i could not believe the total and utter grotesque of it..... and that also thats clearly what people are nowadays set to in their heads ...."

" god .. yes my hiubby goes out to watch it at the pub and comes back filled up with such totally weird fake emotion and i agree 100%...when i once saw it on telly i had exactly the same disgusted reaction.... "

"sorry i didnt mean to say anything suggesting you werent as perfect  as a Frenchie by the way  i hope you didnt take it personally... but i was taken aback at you asking me an older stranger such a wonderful question i went too far... sorry... now..but its not all weird sickness i guess....  that french lad from the slums.. i hear his story on the wireless sometimes..he.. black.. would have been dead of some rapsong by 18 i guess had he not become this true wonderful story...just latterday NApoleon but not such a loser or pumped up prick....

"..even i know his name KILLIKAN... and my awful father the world would have been better off really if he's been killed in Heysel or what was that one their still trying to get self pity for.. Hillsboro... all that money on fancy lawyers...that could have been used for youth clubs.. .... fuckin scousers always were utter con artists one and all.... 

" anyway... my heart is one place 

"even if i only love one who doesnt even have a European passport... supposedly stateless... refugee to this hell hole... do try and leave one day...you are so young.... dont waste away here especially with fine bright eyes like yours..."

I never stop...

the 'message'  but its time to add some meat to the bones.... as so so many wasted my time to  now  - even this year after one was told her fake words have consequences...even another sad mad nurse... 

i have none left 

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/come-and-get-your-free-selkie.html

And then there were three...

well....

In fact it's the elderly REAL woman of The Moors yes my friend...

I just knew deep down that when eventually 'tested' she would say

"all the way now.."

And indeed support - moral support no more bullshit, the magnificent woman whom..

(" i could tell within 20 seconds of our random encounter sorting out the free bread your great idea why not stick it in the fridge... you have a supoer secure relationship with dad...who provides the phone that hopefully Mis5 havent cottoned on to ...yet.... but your name isn't appearing on MY material I did promise The Serb i had stopped all my 'causes'... cos her stupid Vudu 'astrology' told me off via it...  anyway ..  a secure dad-adjacent babe is always more at ease, balanced super esteemed the real version not the little bird in the oncoming juggernaut headlights...    solid core....sad but true ... and well your messages now prove i was right... ") 

I know...is the ONE ... ("no we don't have any great role models to look up to dad..") 

and....needs bringing to life fully in a poetical way...

Even officially supported (for ANTI evil injustice reasons) in person by  a certain recently deceased manky old virginal parrot... who one simply is not ALLOWED to even refer to in public around here...

even prefixing " i would not wish The Big Orange a bad cold even if he nukes all of Iran..."  nope they cannot ever ever ever listen (see recent on hill videos that arent finished yet ) 

They - and these are the educated private school girls who grew very up and old and manky but forgot to grow up ....

Kept to that other site on this page as she will... take me over... adopt me as i was only treading water 20 years of wankers...

and this is the REAl version that's the t'was meant to be fun and more REAL version... i shall die of and by if something doesnnt work soon...

Anyway all that was for her...and her presently lost 6.5 year old lassie....  even she won't be named i need to remain quarantined...

I trust nobody, but do her... 

 https://www.simonclayton2020.com/2026/07/not-for-me-for-next-lot-in-queue-for.html

NO FLIES

 ...obviously or maybe it isn't flies are merely a marker in that they are nosey and buzz about obviously when most other insects do it all rather more humbly and there are hardly any of them left either..

loads more to upload from the last few weeks 

and its the little ones that are more interesting

and all sorts of fill in bits of audio LOADS to do this one today on the other site even if theyre both on the only topic that matters

audio file called brief roundup 18 july 2026 (just in passing - what i do much of the time)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/113uCd0BNcF_BP7jnnHy3k5mUqj5DyP9r/view?usp=drive_link

many more to come it gets maybe comedic..

Today rounding up on the ragweed

i bet the nazi trust spray that too with officially carcinogenic (the paper having been withdrawn which never happens in New England Journal of toxicology if memory serves,  oops googled it is ,medicine. same thing .. that was withdrawn  after 20ish years being used as THE legal precedent' bulletproof defence against lawsuit. as it is no longer considered safe as a science, never mind bee murdering  Roundup 

ready in a bit

Brecon Beacons National Park can beat any other National Park at the game of Acedia

not ready til 2030 

now i believe its visible here the horse yard glamping thing

That unlawfully stole 100s of tons of shingle from the protected schedule 2 Little Ring Plovers..

https://maps.app.goo.gl/wt1mG4btDQ8z1kNA8 

Brecon Beacons told three times never even had the manners to get back to me...

have loads of film of all the above to put here if i ever get a socket and some quiet space

Who murdered the Flintsham pool Otters? The "I dance with otters" girl... strikethrough.. fake old junkie woman of The Countess of Chester

So now even if also rather kairossy.... 

Its time to go all the way at least i know ONE who really does 'get' it...

all. 

https://maps.app.goo.gl/4FpMtTEFQffPn2ax7

 .... even if it was MY Sheepwalk pools,  otter or maybe two

google so thick it calls it Presteigne 

https://maps.app.goo.gl/XnwRykrf61pFfSte6

when no Presteigne person ever walked anywhere REAL,  never mind to the secret massive bluebell woods along the West side

In MY Herrock Hill National Park bordered by Rob Mccurrach's 

( link to Lay reader and charity trustee Rob and of course county coucil official in charge of THE ENVIRONMENT! 

never mind they hosted the Extinction Rebellion stall in the 'farmers market' )

Kennel Wood where he and his missus (Harley clan) bulldozed alive badger cubs 2020 ...(as my recorder recorded in my top pocket him admitting and squirming...and i have a giggabyte or two of film of the deeds..) ..when they thought nobody would notice ...

with all the hysteria.. 

audio 

Who murdered the Flintsham pool Otters? The "I dance with otters" girl.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1UXVcY-5e3Jgfnv9BQpChTJTb6RuFJkhY/view?usp=sharing

And if you don't listen to it (will be in substack soon) i hope you have a ward bossnurse when you are seriously ill in the Countess of Chester or then old folks home senior matron like her...

And if Charlie the farmer who owns flintsham ever saw this he would send the boys out...even down here 

Now if i had the time and space i could turn that into a beautiful little HE Batesian poignant quiet wistful   novella..of reality

At last just when i do NOT need her fooking 'universe' assisting me thank you very much as i don't believe in it other than a big loony bullyboy/girl...

 Getting revenge for Douglas despite being a private schoolboy, taking the piss out of it...

Anyway in Hell or i forgot my latest name for it, certainly not St Trinnians even if they all went as not one can laugh at ALL of themselves (the senior teacher wildbabe of HER Moors agrees)

now there's bloody TWO of them...

AS i accidentally lie about having no friends here...

Cos in a way she didn't count...

we would just randomly meet in midwinter walking the lanes up high nobody else about ever  and ..well... we would chat about them all going nuts... that's enough.

And now they are to be comps...

aneras...with squiggly..

but NOT for me..i think she understood i know i test everyone unless its merely for a trouble 'n...

" nope dont look at it a whole page is enough but all the rest is detail ... i merely need you to help guide just a bit as she's 99% there already....  my next in line... aqnd as she is female and rather sexy in a well rogered way but organically - likely a bit of wild shaggin in the bracken too which is what a country upbringing is for... make you tick proof as its all in the mind and the mind needs merely more pressing things to loose itself in...

...anyway....  my daughter.... my real true inheritor....  almost a fookin clone.... and you are the only one worthy of meeting her AND us going for a threesome together ..in step...as you alone will immediately see whats in her.... and you know exactly why ... the children need her.... as for so many years you were their teachertoo..." 

Anyway jolly good show, but the opposite really as i really dislike where i have to be stuck in...

other than the nature even if that doesnt help either...

and need to escape!

plus its time to spill all the beans...even if they are in my audio for some time.

 

BIT MISSING!
fix later

hmmm...half a gigabyte 20 minutes up here thats usable if i really do have to hide out them all on the MANhunt...

And of course she never even thought to get a cheap solar sent in...

i cant get one no address... that can be used officially there sometimes being hard to get ones when some mean 'Christian' Bishop who you put 100s of hours into wont even let a lost lady use hers for one Amazon parcel...

which does make Swestershire - almost every sq cewntimetre of it the molst thrilling place on the planet as it is without any doubt... the meanest..and i have lived all over

mean sneaky disingenuity..

is what has always most stimulated me..

merely... a bit poetically

philosophically

In fact it - all of it..is for HIM

 Even if in Private Schoolboy lands theres no hope..

As topless as me wandering the hills with his very expensive " deerhound"

" wow as you say... seventy six i wasnt even ten years from being born....a crazy long hot one  endless days ... hahh hahh as you say....no hat no water bottle midday in red alert up here they wouldnt dare brainwashed theyll die even a short walk up the hill......its all just conditioning....then. out of nowhere true new passionate voices  came.....startin with them Sexies ...... the ENERGY!... i agree the culture now  is just awful.....  lets hope its 'cyclical.'.."

"ehhhhmmm well its got worse lets hope thats before it gets better... that my gig... never off duty your part of the story too

not even a spare second to turn it right way round...

THE 

END

as another dreadful ex private schooler choses Bobs Redemption song on the wireless to make him look good....when he wouldnt have the first idea of how to ...

be continued

in fact just how dodgya  fake he was...

and i lived on his islands...

they all though him a sell out self goddifying pseud...

but of course Mister Monserat monetised himtoo

there was only one great rastaman who saw through all that confected fakery a whole way of life designed for only one causal effect...as they would privately say to me...

" brings the English girls in  to our shacks ...and performative rasta beaches....like flies.... looking for only one thing... once weve got em to shut up about natural shampoo in the plants ...okrapoo... we can perform every morn and drag em in with... "

'English Harbour'... 1988

or 9

where the slave tables already were well and truly turned into someones 'advantage' 

TONS more to go up here thoster day or weekend

 Now i have to head off on The Road, too...

hell.

but not for a few days yet.

At least ive found ONE - ONE!

(well another semi miracle yest) who has a sense of humour " Helen Steel nearly killed herself as she didnt know how to break off and have jokes about those who wished her dead.. the judges.. "

she understands...

Hell needs to be fun too..... if you are to really ever have any smallest hope of reforming it

one flame at a time..

And 'twinflames' dont foorkin exist...

until at least youve earned alliance or companerasity... (blokes NEVER will be in this lost land  - they are so so fractured and fearful its daft been there done that from 2016 attempting to get THEM to do what THEY have said they will...no hope... four or five of em so many hundreds of hours sepnt grooming emn to be what THEY said they wanted to do...against polluters polluting litt;le scumholes like Presteigne..or those who do injustice.. every one blew a fuse some after years.. and i only select those my ageish and roughly same cultural history...nope no hope..

and VERY closely mentoring half a dozen 20-30 year old freethinkers... 

NO HOPE.. they all even the drug free the only ones i allow in... blow a fuse have breakdowns even my many year bestest young adoptee superb common  (as in boy next door down the estate in hereford) young man who spouted best philosophy his single mum had sort of taught himtoo ... he cracked the net had done in even his head 

..so it can only be f..) 

 

Now..i  really only ever'comment' once a year on anything at most.. (over last decade)  

And there is NO hope....

unless everyone heard a rare good speaker i was listening to yesterday even if i have done it better somewhere in here..

as a society we dont seem to realise that if we 'love' or value someone... one of the greatest demonstrations of your love especially for and with a partner..

is to CHALLENGE them to be the best version of themselves..or just be a bit ehh... not quite so lost and arsey BECAUSE you strongly suspect they are better than what theyve been about ...

I retired from in UK no point ever as nobody actually gets that!

Even a Serb drowned in Tolle's toll Road...... on the way to Cormacs most nihilistic book ever (the road)

BUt this one...her.. there just may be hope...

bet she wipes my words of her 50% ok waffled words ... RELATIVE the most important word in this language: RELATIVE to the rest of the WAsteland inhabitants.. she is ok!

its GREAT to attempt to open up this taboo subject and i like her - far less than the normal confected empathy 99% of the rest splurge in all such matters, but i can reasonably claim to have the world record in 16 years of worst ever painful public estrangement and i think we need to be much more robust and frank on aspects of this and scream FAR louder - but intellectually robustly, and respectfully i think various commenters are awry. I wrote an audio essay today on website simon clayton and then numerals 2020. all one word and then the suffix most common

https://www.simonclayton2020.com/p/estrangement.html

Well i guess they can't sleep...they've run out of their 'xannies'... or

 ajax to OCD scrub their hands of all that new leatherskin...

sweatin into their sweaty ones...

steering to nowhere...

via their satelite navs

that don't work

In my ex lanes...

Now... talking of ex's....

Even if her 'bubble' is the grand finale...

As it is all that it ever was...

Twenty years of to be Pastine 'gibbering'

Or the illusionistas...

(as a tribute band to the superb young lineman 

who would have thought that the cheesiest one of them all is the one who just simply got it more perfectly than the rest of em put together...

yestermorn

who also gave me the info no ridiculous little PAndyman will ever UnThatch... "fourty years of neoliberalism"

" i saw you guys from early..i was just watching and enjoyed to see your early morning dance even if you must wear those simply horrid neons.... poor fellas ....but  i really  am impressed by your speedy almost tango teamwork..."

[ doin the COUNCIL'S lines... in the preheat...in the council fooking carpark..]

" yea we cant hang around... the microplastic lines... made of microplastic... we have to get out of here by nine...  as theyll give us [the PFI created] a ....ticket..on both our waggons..."

" so you..only work on council work..for the council... but the council subcontracted parking Rita.... will relish harassing you with his ticket machine.... no no that's not possible it can't be that insane..."

 born n bred but he hasn't a hope " my thing is sustainable small farming maybe one day i can afford one in the hills they stole...") 

There isn't any point letting him down..

No hope

The academic of the rural Pandy  'places'....from her small city bubble, CANNOT allow it to be popped..

" luv.... oops your my elder  ok you can take a bit of leg pull....  ehh i actually lived in your so called beloved green fookin paradise actually not in your vile sweatshop of a CArdiffian bubble.... wanna know why theres no hope for the small farm or even small habitat protectorate.... cos the land always dependided on one thing... even if you hate your neighbour or want to drag his toygirl up the hill into a cave...  only by rural honour... mean what you say....could it ever just about thrive.. ' i will lend you my cowgirl to milk your bloody arsey cow that only she can appease with nice fiddle....ok in return i wont run you over with my tractor from years of envy you got a nice one... but you can borrow it back in return....' 

"never mind from 20 years ago as i returned part time to the land well actually the 'land' the mermaid facile titittillator class refer to generally means a lot of fookin hard lonely work up in the hills rebuilding fences where you cant get machinery and all that... twenty years ago the first one ... Hilary and co.... would book you for an angoing job.... and it started...

" nope there was ALWAYS some reason for job-o-interuptus... or cancleed..

" twenty years ago it was 66ish percent could never mean what they said..... even if they never wriggled their way out of the BILL.... 

"by 2020 even  around Presteigne up in the hills or the rich landlady RAchman LAnlordess... 90% cannot mean what they say booking you for ongoing work... and at least 50% fiddle with...

you clearly cut and simply agreed day labourer ... rate... 

"that is why the poor man hasn't a hope....

of having no or few smallholdin' homesteady kinds of places left....  flies left or no

and why theres no hope for the environment as dont blame YAnkee venture cap for buying up even the second rate lands up in them Marches Hills...

...  which is disastrous for the environment as smallholdings are usually better...

blame Mr and Missus..or even Mister and Mister there may be one of them....

...  cos only a couple toleratin each other over time can make the smaller landspaces....work... which are better for the environment..over time 

as every corporate bigjob is run by a snotty VC from london even in Titley ...

' we cant have that dirty old caravan here.. and clear up your shitty fly food while your at it.... '

 ... and the mermaid facile itteration of the latest landlasses have utterly NO idea  of ...

well the simple truth is they always deep down need to reserve the RIGHT to pivot back into the arms of Rupert or Matt up from  the VC  city...

as he is the only one who will be able to sustainably...

feed her capuccino or Biba habit....

or get her the fuck out of here to the NZ bunker when the chem trails she brainwashes everyone are there... 

retoxify her back garden in the hills....  "

anyway where was i Utterly time wasted no hope of even getting up one giggabyte of the last three ....

Even awaking five am ...

Thats the countryside for you...

she is in charge!

And flies (she agrees the only local sane one) ... are just an indicator species for everything else...too...

thirty meggas

 

five seconds

at five am....

now if you wanted to be ' connected' and love your child in propper nature .  at the same time

up in the hills of The Black Mountains Craswall from 04 .... but aside no neighbour 2 km....

and create a perfect Bright Water meets My Family and Other Animals existence for your kid on no money 

you had to get the fuck up at dawn just to send an email... with the trickle of signal, usually there at 5 or 6.... gone by seven....

And what a truly wonderful rest of life habit and reset ..

She named herself yesterday... the true Gladiatress.. 

"marmite"

Ma might.....

Marmy

the opposite of smarmy... what an interesting turn up for the books

and she has written a fewtoo

" i am marmite to most some hate some not"

" me i dont care if everyone hated me its irrelevant when you properly love your kid no matter what... sees you through their sticky stuff i love too. "

plus in the can yesteraft in the can ive got the best lines yet as to how to..... persist ..

She was SENIOR Whitehall, pall of The Lords 'n Ladies too...

Now...a month ago, thing is.... only ONE has actually 'inspired' me thus far

If only the rest knew: get to eighty, meet a tramp in the car park as you are panting in the sun and he moseys up to pinch your handbag as he sees you bowed over your open bonnet and seemingly fainting in warm-wave number 1 ......

 And she, alone, gives as good as she gets 

And gives the full truth without any " ohh we must have ...hope..." bullshit.

"hopemaking" their latest poncey ponceifying on the wireless  - straight out of toxic Totnes on very toxic Dart 

via Goldsmiths  so called Art

...and even .... (TO BE CONT)

"there is NONE! mister"

But as i always tell the folk, I am a ridiculous optimist....

They can't believe as theyre stuck in negativity about everyone except themselves as someone told them they were beautiful souls...

... to make their souls behind their lanyards, less ugly

nope 

You have to earn it... by sharpening your battleaxe... weekly at least.

And then you get to be the only happy old one left

No male man ever whets my stone....it is impossible in UK. So ferkoff and get tattooed "we lost; it was the German's fault"  - i have a film half made about how even Germans can still properly laugh at THEMselves..

When there's always something in any English that they think is beyond laughter.. especially if Mermaid Pixie RULING class

And that (in socratic discourse one way) 

the other day was where i got to...

" all Europeans know that all of us is up for gags....

" The mermaid pixie facile titilators fake their laughing smiles.... so be it; but they don't fake that there is of course some small part of their soul/grift/workshop business/ dance classes / that is above ever being laughed at, or even with..."

And that... is The definition of, why... 

And she the old panter is the only one i have ever met who indeed knew thistoo... every smallest and largest thing about her and us all, must be up for laughs...

or at least self deprecation

If only the rest of them could learn from ...her

I do hope she hasn't died yet....

And as for only women have the voice... bloke leaves his old van cobwebbed its assumed you're a serial killer..

woman... she was so funny, she relishes every spider  " my old banger is a nature repository...hahh hahh im doing my BIT.... every even mite matters the way the xenobiotics are chasing em all to death...ohh yes and i agree every mollecule of detergent will knock out some poor useful bacteria in the prime of its short life..."