Like many people I failed to see the interview with the ex prince (neither of his parents are ginger) and his Mrs. last night. This is not because I do not have a television, I just did not give a toss and had better stuff to do. Elsewhere some person dropped a gaffe and made a joke about a TV/TS people, dropping herself in the brown stuff at the same time. To save her wretched arse and her legions of fans, (probably) She wrote a long grovelling letter of apology that would not have looked out of place, from a politician after having been caught shagging his secretary. Finally and praise the lord indeed, Piers Morgan, has left his job, actually his presence on TV never bothered me cause I do not watch TV.
So what has happened these last days? I got my assignment back from uni. (Happy) and have bought a hedge cutting machine. (fun) The warm weather and sunshine have brought out the gardener in me and the joy of putting seeds into pots and weeding flower beds has been rekindled. The hazards of making bonfires in wheel barrows shall be recalled in the next couple of days or so. Then … Who knows? probably school work to be honest, then something else. I am just glad, that I have better things to occupy my mind than buying newspapers and listening to the incessant noise of the TV box. Which makes me ask another question, Just what is this obsession people have with celebrities?
I should like to write more on this sub species of Homo Sapiens at a later date, right now I have some rubbish to put in the bin.
So a few days ago, I managed to throw my back out. Resulting in excruciating discomfort, having to go through long, complex rituals in trying to stand up and groaning like someone in a sexual ecstasy. if only! having spoken to my physiotherapist. ( My Mum) I have been advised, that I have most likely got a trapped nerve and that is why it feels like my backside is falling off. The treatment is application of frozen peas or an icepack, to lessen the inflammation and trying not to do to much, in terms of physical work, for the next few days. I am also inclined to think that breathing in to sharply or deep, sneezing, coughing and several other things are also to be avoided. They can all cause the most intense paroxysm’s of pain, the novelty of which wore off pretty quickly. Apart from that, my right tricep and left knee do not like me, I know this because they protest, when I want them to do anything. J has been a great help and has inadvertently become my carer, helping me out of chairs and stuff. Thank Dog I can still wipe my own backside, I would not wish to visit that task upon anyone.
That aside, things are pretty good around here. The kitchen is now gleaming and spotlessly clean, Thank you J. There are some things starting to grow in the green house, though we may well bring them in where it is warmer for a few days. What else? not much to be honest, things have been rather quiet around here these last few days apart from of course the groans of ‘ecstasy’ that punctuate the day. I shall taking things easy today and relaxing a bit more than I usually do. I may even do a little bit of job searching, or should I concentrate on my own business affairs first?
Whatever you are doing, don’t attempt to touch your toes, whilst bending bending down with your legs straight, though a good demonstration of flexibility, it is a rotten idea, as are lateral stretches. These are probably the things that messed me up. Don’t kneel on hard surfaces, unless you have a soft thing for your knees to rest upon. Finally drink plenty of water and don’t worry yourself about those things, that are out of your control, it will only give you upset bowels.
So for want of anything better to do today, we both decided to dry ourselves out for the foreseeable future. This was after drinking all the available Alcohol in the house and getting a little tipsy in the process. There is actually a bunch more booze tucked away under the stairs, but that is not ready for consumption yet.
This afternoon we both went into the garden and tidied up the Fig tree, removing all the dead fruit and cutting back any dead wood. All the rubbish went in the bin, the sun shone and the birds sang, we had a thoroughly pleasant time together. J put some nice lotus ‘flowers’ on the pond and soon we shall get fishes to.
Other news, I have been doing some intuitive drawings of past lives, (I believe in reincarnation) and it was satisfying, relaxing… fun. J is now having a rest and I am speaking to Lulu the cat, she likes having lots of attention and meows if she thinks I am not giving her enough. I must bring in the curtain soon, it is outside drying after a wash as Lulu peed on it this morning. I ought give the floor where it hangs a mop as well, before she gets more ideas.
Now almost recovered from the cat bite, except it itches and the bruising is still prominent, everything is pretty good. We have tidied up J’s room a bit, and she now has a pleasant space in which to rest and do her stuff. She is being required to do a self Covid test which involves sticking a something up her nose and then tickling her tonsils, the whole idea gives me the creeps, J feels the same. She has had a lot on her plate of recent and is pretty stressed, so we are going to take each other for a walk out today and enjoy the sunshine for a while. J does not like the Covid testing thing, she gagged loads and thinks it is awful.
Covid aside, the sun is out today after early rain and Lulu the cat is sunbathing on the windowsill in front of me. Life must be grand being a cat, a life of almost indescribable laziness having staff at your beck and call answering to your every Meeow and spending almost your entire day asleep. The life of a cat sounds good, they even get to bite people and get away with it. (Sometimes) The Grey cat has been lucky so far, I have only chased and shouted at it so far having been handicapped by lack of shoes and missiles, it watched me with contempt and a little trepidation and climbed over the fence into next door.
I think I will be doing some more school work this afternoon, studying filth, disease and general nastiness and death in Victorian England. You can almost smell the stinks being described as you read the words. I will try not to complain about the sewage works again. (though they really stink) Ship breaking looks an awful trade and is highly dangerous, I know this cause I spent a couple of hours watching docs on it. Though it does look exciting and probably beats working in a supermarket. Anything beats working in a supermarket, apart from being a sewerage inspector maybe. I am glad and happy to be an artist and blogger, though a little bit of me, still wants to visit a ship breaking yard.
We can do well to be thank full for that which we have, instead of complaining about that which we do not. Thank your lucky stars you are not compelled to go down into the sewers and look for bits of rope and lost coins to earn a living like some did back in the day. Running the risk of drowning in great pools of human waste, being nibbled on by rats or accidentally taking a mouth full water or three on board after taking a wrong step and slipping into a pool of night water. Like wise You might fret and swear that your job requires all the hours that Dog sends for you to maintain hearth and home, I could be cynical and say get a new job. If you are a nurse then I take my hat off to you, the government are a bunch of cunts who do not care a toss for you, despite your job being harder than Cross grained Teak. Wages have not increased in real terms since 1973, meaning we were better off wage wise fifty years ago and have been robbed blind ever since.
Governments like to keep people poor, that way they are easier to control. If they transgress the rules punish them with a fine, in the meantime tax the bejeezus out of the workers and give the lick spittle politicians a pay rise each year for doing f*ck all apart from telling lies and creating discord. Thank your lucky stars you are not the richest man in the world, who probably gets to work eighteen hour days and the amount of responsibility that would make having a nuclear trigger at hand childs play! If you are unemployed (like me) then get creative, get smart and go back to school. Whinging and whining, blaming and feeling sorry for yourself will achieve nothing. Being pro-active and getting your backside out of your armchair will.
Stop watching the box, it serves up nothing but rubbish and is injurious to the brain. A famous man once said. ‘ I have learnt lots from television, each time it comes on, I go read a book.’ Enlighten yourself and take up a new hobby, learn a new skill and do something to better yourself and maybe your community. Selflessness has it’s own rewards and though those rewards may not be financial, the feeling of well being you get back, will more than compensate.
A couple of days ago, I was rude and briefly referred to the German people as Krauts. This was not done out of any xenophobia or other mindless jingoistic bigotry but more in the context of historical narrative, If this offended anyone Tough Titty. I also referred to the Royal family as being German , this is totally correct and is proven beyond doubt, just because you change your name via something that amounts to a deed poll does not mean you change your nationality. In fact going back to the Norman conquest most of our Monarchs have been foreign: Norman, Dutch, German and a couple of Scots thrown in for good measure, they are indeed a mixed up bastard lot. Aloof, foreign, disconnected, inbred, eccentric and dysfunctional they would be better off being exhibited as some kind of freak show at the circus. With all their fancy paraphenalia and titles and being like something from a lost world stuck between Henry Tudor and Victoria, where you get a bunch of medals and honours for marrying your wife (Or husband) and have someone else open doors for you all day.
It is a source of amusement to my Father in Law that in the twenty first century That Great Britain still has a monarchy, Lords and an Aristocracy. He is American and being fairly sensible people, they disposed of such things a couple of centuries ago, instead they have their own royalty in the form of Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley (RIP) Chuck in a few of their political dynasties and some old school Millionaire families and it is almost the same, minus the titles and crowns. J also finds our Royals to be of some interest, they will probably be part of the citizenship test, she will have to sit one day. Personally I do not like them, care for them or am interested in their stuff. However from a historical perspective they can be a little of interest, in terms of what they did, or in a lot of cases what they did not do. They do in fact make quite a good freak show attraction for tourists. As well as fodder for the celebrity gossip magazines to drool and gush excremental BS over.
Mrs. Windsor could be held up as a beacon of patriotic duty and sticking to her ‘job’ What B*llo*cks would you give up being waited upon, having doors opened for you and living in untold luxury? All for opening a few envelopes a day and speaking to the PM about the peasants and their woes. She has with her an interest in Horses, Corgi’s and how her Ginger haired bastard grand child is doing with his Trans-Atlantic actress turned wife, turned Duchess. Her husband the great conservator of nature whose first act as head of the WWF involved slaughtering endangered animals and whose blood lust has only been tempered by old age and infirmity, something that he has encouraged and nurtured amongst his own off spring.
J brought me coffee this morning and said we had snow on the ground. At least two of our children do not like snow, one of them shakes her paws, the other looks sheepish and is hesitant about the stuff. Otherwise they are all well. Other stuff now.
Some people believe the world is controlled by a sinister cabal who’s goal is total control of everything, including peoples minds, which they will achieve through implanting people with RFID verichips through forced vaccinations and other means. These people are allegedly Devil worshipping, baby murdering paedophiles and maybe Lizards from another planet in human form. Amongst their kind are the British Royal family, and many other Elites from around the world. Does this story sound familiar? Other people think Adolf Hitler was a Zionist stooge and wars are perpetrated to create massive profits for the bankers and those who control them.
Whether the Royal family are Lizards or not, remains to be seen. If it is true, does Mrs. Windsor spend long hours laying under a heat lamp, perhaps eating flies served up by the butler? Princess Diana referred to her in laws as Reptiles and Lizards, claiming they were not human. If there is one thing for certain, they are German, having changed their name by a fancy form of deed poll called A Royal Decree in 1917. George V thinking it would be cool to name his family after a castle, deciding it sounded slightly more British than Saxe Coburg Gotha. Not because people disliked having a bunch of krauts in Buckingham Palace, when we were busy fighting them in France.
That job interview took place yesterday and I got the excellent news today that I can continue being an artist. I have also received a couple of emails on behalf of Sony Music Entertainment who did not like that I was using their copyrighted material without permission. Fair enough, it’s something to do with merchandise, but not the actual pieces of work, which can be viewed: here and here and here. I may write again later, I may not. Whatever you are doing, enjoy and take care.
One of the good things about the Covid is, it has kept the religion peddlers away. Since it all started, back whenever it was, just after I lost my last job I / We have had nothing but peace here. Don’t get me wrong I am delighted the Jehovah’s W’s are staying away. perhaps word has got around that the man with curly hair, gives their adherents ‘tea’ and threatens to set the Cat on them. ( One of those statements is true) My Tomcat is a big soft lump and runs away from anything bigger than himself. Many years ago a friend and I used to grow cannabis in the garden, over about five years we grew almost twenty plants which were described by some people as: “The strongest shit they had ever smoked.” and “I smoked half that spliff and I had to put it down, what was that sh** you sell me?” In all honesty, we planted some seeds in some pots and let them grow. When they were big enough, we put them in the ground and they flourished. Some of them grew to about 13-15 feet. The neighbours admired them, the police flew over them (Several times) and nobody cared a toot.
Before anybody gets ideas about coming to pay me a visit and pretending to be a window washer, these photos are about six years old and the most exciting stuff growing here now are Rose Bushes. Plus I will set the cat(s) on you. I gave up smoking , it no longer had the desired effect, I have not smoked since and enjoy having a relatively clear head and not being despondent or just plain stoned. The man with the Chicken T shirt and Tattoo’s now collects Teddy Bears and drinks tea.
This morning has been spent painting, eating and drinking Coffee, I have only come upstairs to plug the laptop in… And procrastinate. That is the trouble when there are distractions around the place and you are feeling off, with little to motivate, or propel you in any real direction. Perhaps I ought to leave the machine here and go back to painting, at least I would be occupied fruitfully or how about the garden? Either way I should stop worrying about where those commas ought go, this is not an examination and I can check things before posting. Keeping one ear (literally in my case) open for the door is also on my mind, you may be asking one ear? Yes I only have one ear, the other is broken.
A copy of this book was once gifted me for my birthday, I still think family were taking the Mick.
Anyway I always enjoyed the Tintin books and at one point had the whole lot of them barring Tintin in the Congo. Which was almost impossible to get because it had been banned due to it’s politically incorrect content. I am going to pull some socks on soon and do something else other than writing, cause I am still heel dragging and get the idea I need a change of scenery.
Despite my calling and emails I have not yet received any new information regarding that pesky job interview which is set for tomorrow. perhaps I ought to look for a job as an art teacher somewhere, I think I might enjoy doing that. Even better of course, would be painting for a living, artists are an under appreciated lot and are often taken for granted. Just try living your day without the writers, set designers, authors, game designers, painters and anybody else who creates for a living.
I do take commissions, work in a variety of media and specialise in portraiture and landscapes.