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As I opened my blog it was the same old story, no comment. So why the hell do I bother? For whom am I writing anyway? Obviously for myself. And for history.
Anyway the next one goes like this....

Old England Is Dying. ( The Waterboys. ) circa '83.

Old England Is Dead. ( Me. ) Now.

The trains used to run on time with almost German efficiency. Dead! The healthcare system worked ( the nurses were underpaid as they still are, ) but people got the proper care. Dead! Local government worked but now it is also corrupt. Just like the national government always has been ! Dead ! The rolling patures full of wheat. Dead ! Now all you see is rape. Eventhough rape is beautiful when in bloom.
The one thing that hasn't died is that the English give out good sex vibes. Or maybe that's only in my imagination !
Petty criminals everywhere. If only the English could wake up to the fact that the British Empire is DEAD maybe they could move forward. In most big towns binge drinking has become the norm in the weekend. Do we blame it on rock'n'roll, do we blame it on the punks of'77 or do we blame it on "I'm alright Jack" Capitalism? The later I think.
But the British sense of humour has never let me down. Long live the British sense of humour.!!!! Long live the activists on any level.. And why is Bitter served cold the last few years? What the fuck is that all about?
I'm an ex-pat and proud of it.. But then again..?
Holland isnt everything . If you take a drink at lunchtime , you're an alcoholic.
I left when Maggie was in power. In '83.

Thank God for Holland! She gave me a chance in life. If I had stayed in England I would be working in a factory or roughing it.

Old England died ten years after I left.
Holland is behind the times. But is catching up fast.
Time for Portugal.!!!!!!!!

Floundering??????

"This was all your idea remember?"
And then there was a yank. But it wasn't a full body yank, just a sharp jerk of the leg. And I repeated: "it was all your idea!"
Warmth rises to the top: the water around my waist turned from black to pink and then to deep red.
It only proved that I didn't really love her after all. I was only thinking of myself whereas I should have shouted "Swim for the boat darling, SWIM FOR THE BOAT!!!!" The boat was only ten meters away. Five minutes earlier we were watching the most amazing beautiful fish. Fluorecent flashes of colour. But now my only object of vision was the boat. She had disappeared. Not from the surface but no longer in my view. I was only concerned with myself! I felt no pain. I looked at the boat. She was already there.
I couldn't help but swim in a circle. In my mind, but also with one and two thirds of a leg. There was another jab in my other foot or leg, I couldn't make it out at that moment, but then suddenly in that instant I could swim straight. My balance had returned. All of a sudden I began to flap. It was hopeless. A mermaid (actually it was a dolphin) placed his/her dorsal fin between my legs and rushed me to the boat. A little too enthousiasticly. I struck my head with such force, that the next thing I knew was her face standing over me as I lay in intensive care. Within two seconds I had hoped she would turn into a dolphin/mermaid or dissapear. I made out that it was hard to talk and she fell for it, thankfully, and she left soon after. I didn't hate her, she was just the wrong person. And that proved itself when she dumped me after I'd spent three months in a wheelchair.

To be continued...

Looking back.

It's far easier to look back than to look forward. We can give the past a place in our lives but the future is unknown. This can make us scared or it can bring exitement. It all depends how we look at life. I still want to jump out of an aeroplane and to climb Kilimanjaro but I don't want to die as young as Joe Strummer. How far can I push myself? Over the edge! Sex and drugs and rock and roll. The good die young. Why am I still here? Am I that bad? Mc Afferty ye tees oot! The fall is always just around the corner. The next challange is always a leap. Hope I don't fall. Except in dreams.....
I love it all and hate everything!
Hope to be around a little longer. But then again......'' What difference does it make?''

Beggers banquet.

The hunt for food.
Breakfast , lunch , and , dinner.
Out a trash can, a lunch box or a two hour break at ' The Savoy ' ?

Bon appetite !

A quiet night in.

Only my rules applied! The night was mine and I was alone.
The sadness and memories arose.

Mc Afferty, ye tees oot!

Haggis McAfferty couldn't go out that night. He had nothing to wear. He was in touch with his feminine side. He was goodlooking but didn't think too much of himself and was incredibly insecure.
Why had he made the date in the first place? Exactly because of the fact that he was insecure.
He was man enough to be alone but she had popped up at such an unexpected moment and had asked him out before he knew what had hit him.
She had walked into his office claiming to have been sent to him by his partner in the firm.
Never mix business with pleasure was his motto but she had run him over like a Sherman tank.
It appeared to him that he had no choise in the matter.
She had explained herself without hardly drawing breath and then in the same sentence had asked him out to discuss the case further in a more relaxed atmosphere.
And so it was that he found himself in a very chique grand cafe sitting opposite this beatiful, elegant, charming woman.
He felt uneasy.
He had only drunk a half a Scotch but he began to feel dizzy. But then she stared him in the eye and started to speak. He concentrated on her mouth, her lips, and all the words sank in.

To be continued!

Evolution.

Shock and horror encourages intelectual development = Techno development + War = A massive vicious circle. What is the formula ?
Figure it out.

Style.

In the last few days I've seen a number of women who wear everything that goes with each other. The gloves match the scarf, the scarf matches the hat. The hair matches the rest. Women in business suits. REPELLING !!!! Conforming conformation. Conformation of..... ? Success? Are they all Catholic?
Anyway they make me sad!

Summer.

Long, long time ago it seems that air surrounds pure sweet fragrance of yesterday which gladly never lingers. Found the way again, lost the illusion, no longer in that summer haze scene where words danced on through ageless days where they lost their purpose. The more, the more, the more.
A sound blew breathing on the wind transforming a moment to a deja vu feeling which joyously retuns to the present where it is safe to live. Warm envelopement of ignorance, slightly coy but unafraid , but dangerous you fly thankfully from the mind.
Oblivious.
Sublime.
Over!

The challenge to capture and preserve, to embrace and keep fresh.
Fresh enough to dream of yet another summer. Fresh as this wind.

Loose Change.

Loose Change 2nd Edition.
That's all I wanted to say actually.