so, film... songs, poetry, modern literature, not that any of them can stop long enough to read
any.
'now' i understand...
I had to spend an hour in that early evening square, understanding the last region: the environment...
And that is what happened... as the ' mindful' minnie the minxes colonised; if they had time between bouts of their recent trend, ' ibs' ...
They imported the players, cowmen, playing at rural hip...
In short, as i noticed from a decade ago - and it is a free country even if the countryside can only be afforded by the modern con... artistes
So fascinating, nothing changed in 100 years ....in fact it went backwards, in fact even further backwards, that a rare thing a just about listenable to radio 4 play https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m00230rv
on snake oil industry then, describes rather well; except this lot cannot allow debate or jokes about any of their ... treatments...
Which is ' fundamentalism'
As fundamentalist as the Queerun not reformed for 1400 years i do believe ( 'Moslems' are saner, and breed for longer, as they drink far less, knowing so so many so so destroyed by the grape) ...obviously.
And none then nor now just walk 50km a week
week in week out
to keep their peckertoo,
up..
It is a free country, sortof
But as the ' money from off' brigade took over the environment ( The Marches, there being little of it left in any of the SW)..
all denying they had any
money
from mummy soon to kick the bucket
or sexfiend uncle Albert ... they dont sue or allegate
just in case theyre in the will footnotes
.. my.. my.. the times from 2007ish we would encounter new blowins acting
acting... even i was sucked in
abject poverty
even on the eve of completion
on a large bargain local property
such as The Globe in Hay.. my my she sucked us in... i wanted a nonaryan houseguest, a really poor " homeless",one even
better!
a role model for my lass us up in the hills... curious ...
Its a free country even if they cannot ever be free with their shabby coquettish truth.
which hurts them in time more than the simple yokels, like us....learned just to laugh at them..
and never believe one word.. ever
of the emigree i comming bird..
basically just ricochet
flack
However... it is the flock of scavengers in their wake....
Each and every one an exact dull cartoon character Archie type...
Who sits up all night getting the paint spatter just right
on his cutoff shorts or far more ubiquitous
"cargo" ??
oops cant get the photo out, make it look more arty later
..... so, all that time applying exactly the right patination and paintspotyeration...
to get the exact look around the early evening pubs.. the working coolguy of property rennovation and joints and bottles of some vile Bud beer...
and then all that time deciding if they..he... should go full rasta dreadlock look.... or remain a bit rambo
( most being from London where urban gorilla became the thing)
they are far too busy, to ever... ever... i mean never ever, never never, protect reuse .. recycle... reuse ..rather than burn it, for their spiced up or shitty lager addled 'tribe' dancin round the ( they all want the 2 grand version) belltent or yurt..
In other words actual rural men, such as my role model Ralph,
knew ALWAYS we retain, dry out, store... our fencing, or other wood products... metal too. .. and old tools, oiled first so they will last..forever
as not only does it save money medium term, the reusing... and then is less greedy of mother natures resources ( fuckin ell its as if Rachel Carson didnt write her great book in nineteen sixty bloody two)
but also gives real ... pride... and mindfulness.
Problem is... 'their' women all of whom for twentyish years jump on the ' nature' bandwagon...
simply have no concept of ... it being important the woman putting her foot down, in modernity rather than effnix generally remaining in perpituity stuck in aspic... the fact of the ' environment' i know as i spent plenty of time attempting to bridge the non aryan into ruralest fringelands... nope..no hope ...
women need to keep the purse strings tied around these pratts bollocks like a snaretrap... really tight ready to cause pain ( thetre all still in from paying the Priory bills) .. for the sake of the family...budget...
.. piano wires strung ... so as to ensure they do rural things economically, too
so she dont have to be up all night Fakebooking snake oil sales by the vat load ( all avoiding paying vat of course in their endless taxes are for...anyone but me)
never mind environmentally....
anyway basically the white girls... from Worcester Kensington wherever come and bongo bongo
without managing to even remember to order their so called men to take care of their resources of even firewood by building good waterproof storage areas... that will last a decade plus.... not merely til the next Gladtonbury.... never mind fix the fences without burning all the usable stuff for their kiddult games... and buy new crap.
And he is too busy on his hairstyle, too, to ponder what her 'nature' con means...
I saw it there...
lasteregion
but never quite so, unnecessary 4wd, obvious as absolutelly everywhere, here ..
except i am the wrongheaded fool. i had no idea that all the 'Chelsea Tractor' brigade from Chelsea and Bayswatertoo...
moved to the SW where ( i lived 1400 above the snowline v v v narrow tough lane, never more than old 2 wd bangers)
no one would even question the unnecessity of the ubiquutous cowboy waggon... more Mad Max than anything else as the bills for all those showoff 200 quid a tyre accessories...
take up a lot of time to madly keep up with
strange really.. i am not aware of anywhere where a bit of ' off roading' is even kindof allowed.. down here... at least in my past region one could...not me, us actual farmboys grew out of that about age 19...
find some genuinely off road tracks these only stupid kidmen from the suburbs and cities started to come and ruin from 18ish years ago..
i have a film of one... not caring if he may nearly kill kids
....who are walking... Hay Bluff
( their first find...)
mine.
As he Mad Maxed over some bump in the land full speed showoff wheelies..
into us ..
But of course you cannot name shame or even poetically put up a photo of these inhuman jerks...as their 'tribal' women wouldnt even stand by your side, cos they dont have a 'side'..merely them.
which was THE End Houellebecq would never have guessed spread all over all the lands ...
all the same ol'
Anything to avoid being a cleaning lady..
And certainly dont ponder if the odd glue buzzin around if he's not too busy with the hairdo, if the outdoor slave actually is being as ' reduce reuse recycle' as he could be .. cos on the very rare occasion it actually snows oropper you may need a lift from him in the fancy super rambo 4wd or even 6wd... he supplies.....
with maybe a bit of drug dealin' on the side..
or his brother does that department if course the serious...financialisation...
I am amazed actually Mister " bought boho" with his patinated knee bandage didnt have one of those big blacks..everywhere. . DW swarms with em... instead of a mere towny golf..
... where at least 'cowgirl' chic would be seen for all it is, ' costume'.. for fun... here they think its essential survival gear...
my ohh my no hope...
i sort of knew years ago
but know, all the way... a year here...