* as in said to a face with gob - i am accurate with my usage of " .." = said...' ...' = maybe the 'problem'....i use them a lot.
Having found the holy grail of late (or at least 10 weeks of what i NEEDED to do even if i had no idea why - job done! :-) if i were to truly be centred and zenny at peace marooned in a dog kennel here - well i needed to discover where i was (the 'grown up' version - not the bs mermaid version i heard on day 1 at the creek)....and as i have, and it 'came' as if delivered by the angels riding the mermaid backs into nirvana.... now i do 'stop'.
But then meeting at last a true truth teller - i log ago realised it is only a few of us, but we must be 50 something... or rather it seems at about 52 - after the shock of being fifty...once one has got used to that, something extra clicks in...
In short i am ageist and never even wish to speak with an under 50 ever again except about Bolivia... the movie !
And spirited 50 somethings are as rare as free hens eggs, but... i find them sometimes.... as i find free eggs...sometimes..
but when i do i am often so genuinely gobsmacked i forget CONTACT.. ralphschism [atsignage] gmail [ commies are not that bad at least they couldnt afford chemicals in Eastern Poland and the enivironment WAS great]
07958 526 three eight 1... work number 7 days 6am - never after 6pm... only two have my personal numb and it stays that way
Anyway...long known - as i would riff often to my many ex god squad pals... (the only ones with a sense of humour) .." hope hurts..... reality bites in the bum but eventually the smarting of the arse smartens you up and you laugh your way back to ...something.... maybe useful...but ONLY 50 somethings could ever mean it - 50 and below...confused, stuck....still reserving the right to be on the hamster wheel or chasing rats... for a new handbag...[if from Birmingham]...
A FEW... 3 or 4... a group...a writers group even... maybe one day a collective creating a 'magazine' of just some truth talk especially about the environement... but it MUST be Monty Python...
"piety and earnestness does not work"..
Wye not... everyone and their dog googles me and reads a load of made up rubbish probably even encouraged by one of the three most powerful politicians of 2009... when i bit his bum...in public. Mister Hoodwink...
One can NEVER know who makes which quiet pally phone all to which arm of the CPS or asks to modify a little story in the (we have no 'press' in the UK for decades)
I never cared... i find it extraordinary the people one assumes wise, who quote things at me...
Anyway i know how to be 'anonymous' if required - world expert at it... myself i gave that up thanks to only one sulky woman... "let go... leave off all hedging oneself... i know me..and she saying 'UK Hague' one would assume would know a little reality - my god theyre clever at reputational damage... ! ( see only GREAT journalism book since Tariq Ali and Pilger: Sue Cameron Cheating Classes) "
A few sprited women writing about REALITY of National 'Trust' for example... gradually building up a seed bank...of TRUE stories and fertilisin them with a shed load of Monty Pythonesque take on it all...
Long ao i decided a maybe lat 'hopeful' project (you will have to listen to y audios the last week or so for context.....sorry...nothin ever can be done in one sounbyte - thats the PROBLEM...and we all know who was king of sounbytism...Mister A Blair...)
Maybe something for the autumn (all goody goodies except one have family so are no good to man nor dog after about mid November many years i found.... theyre too busy "shopping" - even the eco goddesses like Celia or...
Anyway i can retire now - to write far more poetical things about The Sublime... littered with the detritus of a few old stories...and NEVER ever about here and 'now'... no point. No hope. Know where the goalposts are, the main key to life i know...
