Not til it finished, which at lat it did...
There being ONLY beauty in 'truth'...
(a very Northern accent, all seven foot of him): " twenty five yerar'n we been ear, same place ... coast up towards Plymouth way.... .... a few years ago i dug out and redug in all me garden with a spade's a bloody psade.... i tell you not ... one neighbour just about hello, other side not a peep 25 years like ehh up howdy....and every other p3erson in the whole road it was as if we hadn't existed there them 20 odd year'n.... and as for err she would get £ 12 workin' in care back up North....ear... right back down to sdix and a bit.... meanest most unfreindly place in 't universe...thisun and next..... ohh and as for all them space cadets.... eckerslike i know exactly what you mean... bleedin brain damage.. must be all their 'positive vibrations' .....she gets em in her care home all wrinkled and early onset everythin' ... done in by ikt all..... and yer never guess what most of em don't even have a next of kin when they dead parrot....nor any friends visitin' em... from the 'next' world, or thisun... bleedin shame what all that does to a poor born-innocent as a lamb ... 'human'.."
" and as for their art.... did you know that St ives is owned by one family only...like basically ex London bovva boys money launderin op... they own even every cleanin' lady..... ?"
" i don't care who owns what, except that we may speak honestly about breality rather than fantasy... but the art... my my they wanna get their money back, or get a better class of goons in to enforce actual artistic integrity and standards... "
Irrelevant, except to hear ALL the truths in one towering crescendo ... is better than any performance ever from the artless duff version...ssss....
There is however one artistry that is a masterclass of class and authenticity...
Your brexit " we hate foreign food... so lets keep em out...."
" my religion, never pay for parking, Pasties - the liars - tramp imposters, of Salt Path were as good as livin' off and, and especially extremely dear fish 'n chips....
Unless two magnificent foreign "birds" have had their fill and earned my vowbreakin' by ... being so wonderfully not British.
But her face, when i did the usual line three.. said all you need to know ... wide eyed . absolute disbelief.... and then we got onto horsy drugs.....
"your evenings your A+E you on the needle and thread.... .... so do you see endless streams of ...self inflicted blood?... and ...ohh you don't know what anorexia is.... how cutsey is that... now i understand the stars in your eyes... ..well just for me, could we just pretend...we're at Lake Maggiore or maybe even Leman... oh you didn't know MRSA could trickle out and into... the sea.... ?"
TRIGHT positive vibes only for Former Sovs...i don't joke about former sovs... well unfortunately one very big joke was on them.... but how to get pukka authentic my-gold-star-of-approval.. attention for actually fine words and Fakebooking...
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