So, all one needed to have ever said
was
to Z*****
And for the second time of coming, in the dialogues....she ignored her phone ringing - and it does a lot, as she is in charge of the place, where the fake 'environmentally minded' extremely expensive art is... and the South Kensington/ Polly Garch Tom Pauls come and worship, cos a fifty grander above their mantle piece is of course the ultimate in virtue
And how her eyes lit up.
In time the whole dialog needs to be shared... because i have never met anyone like her - and have searched high and low for years, but it's too late .. too much footleather and too much old bicycle tyre rubber expended, randomly floating around ....
One - extremely high art minded, whom also gets it: SIMPLE! is a must; and there is also real art in it, somehow... she even asked me "so does she smell...?"
But forget the art even if i know the 'so called'
If The Zulu had made a good speech - i mean none of them can for decades... she would be accepted and also immune:
"Deport to a desert island these dreadful people, Bella so geniously describes in her award winning How to Kill... the ONLY good british book this century, the rest of our so called 'writers' disappearing up their own traumatised black holes... where she in her simply magnificent UNIVERSAL satire satirises the ex junkies who end up places like Foulmouth after daddy lodges them in The Priory a few years ....and recreate themselves as something they never were....for money; and the richer ones setting up yoga plantations in places like Gwerk-on-shitcreek ...she even THREE times directly in her writing attacks her own father the editor of! it... [ i used to read most saturdays til aout 10 years ago when... it flipped] ...and creator of this foul Guardian reading lifestyle supplement brigade who .... spin any virtue for gold Lamé socks at the drop of an alpaca fur hat.. available on their instagram at £99.99"