But i 'needed' to do that...
Ed, the one fairly good writer, left... would have smiled " well at least you get refunded a quids worth of electricity"
And forgetting, ignoring the ' art' for sale.... still,
A few months pathloping, and being remarkably sociable ( i did find one perfect couple, 2 january... a no bullshit silvergray she...and unusually her helpmeet, despite being Brian Ferry sex on legs, exactly the same...as me, as she said he would be)
It just showed me how i was...right
Many a chat " it really is the whole region, just London..."
The looks, half in total agreement in fact, but half, hurt:" you cant say that it messes with my myth... [ and house valuation, still rising all over the SW..]"
Thing is there is something i hadn't thought of, but should have as it was also 100% Hay-on-wye and its disabled cheap seat, Presteigne
And i saw it so rit large .. my only nighttime forray for years: the overwhelming sexism of the ... ' baby boomers' is a too yank descriptor, i think the simpler one more pointed is children of the 70s.
being anyone receiving their cultural education mid to late 70s in YUK should Be a completely different Be ing..
women in music were fully venerated as just as good as the blokes... painting may not have caught up ( they by default moan about here) .. literature was rightly ( Perriam was a megga seller.. see leftovers2022 in links page above)
I mean for fux sake most ( mentoo) of us in the early 80s read meggaseller Germaine Greer .. rightly asking good questions..
radio rightly gave absolutely equal weight to females in all arenas especially ' vox pop' ... blahh blahhh
But go to anything at night in London-on-sea and it is quite astonishing, how ... the men age 55ish to 65ish...
Whist all are from London, though living in Pastyland maybe decades...
And we are yalking of every single one from central casting:
they will wear that lifeless song on a lapel badge, to be thought to still have his boho hair, via that pretty artless effete song... and even sing it as ' encore'
Never mind 30% of cuddly aged hipster boho 70s kids ... songs ... being about hard drugs in a non poetic way...
what is so stark to l'étranger
and i now understand why The Warior, could not Be a real one.
Is that 90% of those who mount any stage here, ( i first saw this Hay-on-wye mid 00s) are truly dire, has beens... ( did a gig once with their hairy boyband, or spotty bad punk outfit . in some pub in CamdenTown.... still basking in the glory 40 years on.... here at dumpsville at the end of their small world ' England' )
none of whom can accept their age of course. .
But if you stand back, or aside. .. and take an overview
Even if they sing songs about ' reform' of society, and harp on still about Maggie fatch...
90% of those who are in front if the nicrophone, as i have seen for 20 years in Haylondon-on-worst- polluted-shitcreek in their whole 'land'
( they all love that childman book ' Tresspassing' of course, too)
are only ever male
but it is also the way they have their female ' pets' around the audience to be seen smiley collaborating with, at a break... except said pet is only there as ... making up the numbers..( " support ME" not words you will hear
) she has no leading part in the setup, perfirmance, creation...of their putrid child 'art'..
But their whole vibe is only ' togetherness and community' .. in an uberhip modern ultra diverse ..con....reality, she is on the till and in the kitchen. Its never him...
and anything ( they always make sure there are tech issues so they can take centre stage. )
anything tech... all the hims...
It is not just ' like', it is 1950s... where shabby men pretending to be metrosexual... slithered out of London, creating a theme park, cleverly ditted with totally ' equal' craft beer quaffing " birds" in their audience, all fone up as if they were still in the coolest Camden pub...
But these wild favulous, incommer to Pastine paradise.. " birds" have less actual purchase in these places than a bird if the ferkin 50s.
No respect ( as KEADING creative forces)
No power ( when not busy being in charge if the con of ' community space' grant applications for their latest clique hq. )
No ' femenine' ' empowerment' to make ANY real grown up comment about anything except be a chorus of moaners ' George Galloway' at keast he ferkin stood up to BE counted...
But as usual what aleays amuses me, doubly so than in Hay
Is the compkete kack of briad cultural/ philosophical education..
Camus basically said i can chose not to slit my own wrists despite you being so in "human"
And EVERY one in the late 70s 80s knew Stepford wives was very little to do with ' feminism' it was a gorgeous allegory of how ultra bourgeois society takes over and NO one is allowed to ever even think the truth...
And the ultimate expression, as i sat with not terribly well educated old hag at her van 3 weeks back " its soStepford wives here" she knew exactly what i meant: one cannot even think that these Lobdon themepark playgroundists are not some modern day happy clappy rennaissance novel Be ing...
when in faxt they are shabby selfish thieves ( of available community funding) .. and so cliquey..
had they stayed in London someone would have actually stabbed them for being a child, still..age 60 ...
indeed all the hallmarks of a cult
of course i cannot rescue her from this.. now sering it really is everywhere
and sat listening to ' electronic' music so bad its wrist slitting as is quite obvious...even hinting one didnt enjoy it at the break...
is a suicidal act.
100% Stepford... especially in fact among the men.
As i have never known ANY place - i mran middle class incomer class, where women are so subtly self policing ANY actual honest opinion...
back in Marches lands the 50% born n bred..100% fat chav.... they would be crystal clear with just their looks " we wjsh to rip you off buying grandads old shed, dtink ourselves to death in fat 50 grand pickups, on the fat of our land but you font exist...ever ...as ' humans' to us"
here no woman has any voice... particularly the incomer ultra Guardian reader type from Camden, who all pretend they do....
go anywhere ( " cultured")at night and its crystal clear.... back in the 50s... in fancy 2024 clobber...
the definition of the most sexist place i have ever had the displeasure to ...ignore around me
But now i know why her esteem is so low ... in reality...
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The Stepford Wives is a 1972 satirical "feminist horror"[1] novel by Ira Levin. The story concerns Joanna Eberhart, a talented photographer, wife and young mother who suspects that something in the town of Stepford is changing the wives from free-thinking, intelligent women into compliant wives dedicated solely to homemaking. As her friends slowly transform Joanna realizes the horrific truth.
