Eve-dense

I wish to offer some. For the special status of Brighton, as Fairhall claims. It's not much, just coicidence some would say. It appears in the song "Pinball Wizard" as the opposite end of a journey from London. "From London to Brighton", sort of thing. Another piece of evidence: a child abuse type film of that name. And thirdly the Robert Rankin book "The Brightonomicon". That's it. Although it does sound slightly like "Be Right On", a avocation towards liberalism.

Sounds strange, but that's how psyops works. "Chewbacca the wookie", chew tobacco, rookie. "Obi wan Kenobi", obey, one can only. The new car advert slogan, "Aygo by Toyota". I go buy a Toyota.

Reminds me of something.

In order to be at one with the Static Cosmos, one must achieve a state of supreme stillness.
This state is known as Apathy.
The word APATHY derives from the Atlantean. A-PATH-Y. A meaning A. PATH meaning PATH. And Y being an abbreviation of WHY.
Quite literally A PATH TO THE MEANING WHY.
-- Robert Rankin, "The Book of Ultimate Truths"

I saw a mug marked "Eskom". Dresser Industries on the other side. Eskom logo is a sig-rune. Chrysler, I see, is a winged sun disc. Similar to the Cooper logo. Only just realised that. Don't see a lot of Christlers about.

There was some sort of rally yesterday in the Market Place, apparently. I walked through and didn't see anything, but I hear it really happened. This morning on the local news, in an area big and remote enough that the more backwards rural dwellers are subtitled during their rare appearances due to thick accents. OF course, I'm occasionally misunderstood myself due to my incomprehensible use of the English language. And the think, Middle English originated here. Oh yes, this morning, some local worthy from the business community was putting signs in his window about how great our troops are. Talking about how terrible all this abuse is. We don't normally have any troops around here. I saw a few yesterday, striding about in uniform, but this country has generally forgone a standing military force and when one has been present it's been resented, even in places like Aldershot and Catterick. So not many places have troops. It's not like America. So I doubt there has been any abuse around here, or anywhere else, as I said previously.

Today, vengeance. The big wednesday market was cancelled due to high winds, as if at the whim of a vengeful god.

To go back to the BBC's White season, the series about the English working class that tries it's hardest not to mention such odious people. There was a clip from the episode about the Polish working class in Poland and England on the radio last night just as I was turning it off after File On Four. It was the host, a middle-class London Jew, asking some local Cockneys if they wanted a job that paid £7 per hour. Yes, they said, until he told them it involved picking butternut squash. Unlikely in London, you might think. Evidently meant to imply they're a bunch of scrounging scum who are being rightfully superceded by the Poles who're willing to do the work. Such is the employers' viewpoint. People don't want to pick the rich man's crops all day? Get some Poles in, they'll do anything for a fiver! No Poles? Somalis then, better than having a limb hacked off. And there's always the Thai child slaves if all else fails.

Obviously, I don't see things from the employers' point of view. To me this indicates something different. That they ought to be paid more. People would be happy to do the job with the right pay and conditions. Prices would go up, but someone eating something like that can afford it. Maybe we'd be undercut by foreign butternut squash, although with current levels of government subsidy the farmers should be ashamed of themselves for thinking it. If so, who cares?

You'd be called mad in thsi day and age if you defended protectionism for cars or coal. But farming is supposed to be a different matter.

There’s this one celebrity, Rosie O’Donnell, a talk show host, and she said this: “I don’t know anything about Afghanistan, but I know it’s full of terrorists, speaking as a mother.” So what is this "speaking as a mother" then? Is it a euphemism for "talking out of my arse"? "Suspending rational thought for a moment"? As a rational human being, Al-Qaeda are a loose association of fundamentalist zealots who could be rounded up with a sustained police investigation. But speaking as a parent, they’re all eight foot tall, they’ve got lasers under their moustaches, a huge eye in their foreheads and the only way to kill them is to NUKE every country that hasn’t sent us a Christmas card in the the last 20 years!! Speaking as a mother.
-- Bill Bailey

He's alright, him.


Arthur, real historical personage or not? I think so.

Could be, anyway. Riothamus maybe. Irish, could be. Lowland Scotland, perhaps. Cerdic his son, you think? Annales Cambriae, convinces me.

Could be a bit of a myth. A bit fo both, perhaps. Two personages merged into one in the telling. Gwynhyfr, White Lady, bit of a goddess' name, is that.

Where was I?