NOW IT IS TURDS-DAY AGIN

Woke up this morning with the blues in my mind and I escaped into that philosophical arena that wakes a person up in red-eyed realities.

I looked out at the world of "Being" as "Being". I embraced the earth and the wind and the fire and the air. I then searched for the water. But none was to be found.

So I settled for a beer or two.

I found myself today in an almost predisposed position with the monastic desert .

Fuck that for a lark I said to me sen. I'll av another one.

Zola Is Back Down To Earth

After a typical Homeric journey to the old man above I return. Things seem quite different now. I sat, for awhile, at his Right side and received me medicine. It was time to descend agin.

I "spent a little time" in the Purgatorial Inns (and outs) and met a certain Mr Burgess. He asked me to stay. But I needed to return home. It was one of those decisions that made themselves.

I have ascended and now I return back to earth.
What the fuck more do you lot want I ask?

AT LAST ZOLA IS UNDERSTOOD

I am "lazy and stupid" and in my male-worlds of wanton-wane I stand up straight and erect even if I cannot clean an oven or a "house".

Zola is nearly dead Long Live Zola.

I Call a New Meeting of Minds

You have all misunderstood your kind Zola.

In fact there is a rumour going around that a look-a-like Zola might be seen, to be seen, in the UK quite soon.

Vote for ME in the European Elections.
But be careful of those that PRETEND.

THE ZOMBIES SEEM TO TAKE 2009 BACK IN TIME

No one told me about her
And the way she lied...
and made people cry
and made people cry.

Well no one told me about her ...

Though they all knew ...
they all knew

But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know?
Why should I care?

Please don't bother trying to find her
She's not there...

It's shredded in the biny-bin
dumped in the garden
Away from your eyes
It's shredded in the safety-bin
The safety bin that is your own demise.

Apologies here to all purists that will pin us all ... when is the weekend coming I ask. Gimme space.

I HAVE WITNESSED THE NEW AGE OF AUSTERITY

As I walked out this morning to buy me daily suspensive-sustenance I spyed with my little eye something beginning with B.

It was a bicycle clip - in fact two bicycle clips being worn by a biker.
Yes yes, one on each lower leg. Bugger me do I need to be so pedantic?

Anyway : these clips were not the old type where a flexi-all-round thing is the rage.
These bicycle clips were clothes pegs clipped on the outside of the legs and trousers.

It seems to me that such innovative pegging should be allowed on expenses for any politician. A message to all it would be.

MAY WE GROW GRUMPY OLD FARTS AGAIN?

It seems to me, especially after my recent visits to the so called United Kingdom, that grumpy old farts may actually be fit for purpose.

Perhaps the "old grumpy bumpkins" can take the place of that lost teenager surge to change. It seems certain that the young grumpy types are not really making much of a difference. ( Irony intended )

BRING ON THE NAPPIES I SAY AND JUST WATCH US RANT AND RAGE.
FUCK that dummy I wanna breath and yell and rant.

LATEST PREDICTIONS FOR THE DANCING CYCLOPS

From the always variable "Paganini" blog we find that the ailing pigeon is relieved by the "Pistolet".
Temps de... Pigeon if you will.
Faille Ferme.

Gordon Brown will show his ballet skills, on YOUTUBE, for all to see and admire.

BREAKING WINDY-E-NEWS
Mr Rupert Murdoch has done a deal with enough governments to give him the power to charge me to enter his news-sites. Whore of a man I say.

THE TROPIC OF CANCER NEEDS A GOAT
Considering the recent UK blurbs on the South Bank Show I can only weep gently in strong anger.

I come to praise "Rupert" and to bury him. Such was Dennis Potter in the 1990s. Bragg let it be and Potter was allowed to remain and re-enter into this TV cultural history.

You see Culture Ways can still remain difficult but yet worthwhile.

TIME FOR A CLEAN SWEEP
I had, of course, forgotten, that today was the day to have me flue cleansed. There I was, in the middle of me morning habits, when the damned chimney sweep came.
Anyway me flews have had a good sweeping enough to last one more year.

Like to be clean in me flews I do.

ZOLA SHALL BAN :-

More than sexteen grandma types and sexiobscenei grandpa types from this increasingly popular site.

As a Daily Mail consultant I can ask you, the real reader, to make your voice heard in public.

Who would you like to be banned from the Zola site ?

THE TRIAL OF ZOLA BEGINS

As I woke up this morning I was accused of going to bed with a hangover. Now I well understand that we all go to bed with our beautiful partners in crime and then wake up to sin - but this is just too much.

I am not innocent !