THIS IS THE HOUSE WE and our D -503 BUILT

and this is what confused it all.

LIFE IN HELL IS RATHER NICE THANK YOU

Forgive the forgivable delays on this normally Punktual blog. The longest day of the year celebrations just seemed to long tall sally along as if the rest of the dismal year was actually escapable.

Highlights? ( None of you are interested in my social policy lectures or even my political reforms and all you seem to want is my personality and my lifestyle anti-choices ) There were many highlights.

Perhaps the one that places me on the right spot and the tight spot was the evening out with three younger ladies - drinking, dancing and all that. When my lungs gave up it was good to see that women today can come out well on top. At least these younger ladies were younger than me.

Right now, at plus 35 degrees C in the sun, I feel like a lizard with a rough tongue bending ( not a dead man walking but a rough tongue bending) but I fear me benders must stop for awhile until I get back to the calms and the shades of the mundane existence that is the cash nexus.

Me pensions are wilting yet again and I guess I must make some effort to bring in some ready cash if I am to survive this summertime in the ways that I deserve.

MID-SUMMER BEGINS RIGHT NOW
All of naughty Nordics begin the longest day celebrations as of tonight. We need at least one day for practice sessions you see.

The Sun will also not set on the Blair Pumphire.Co.
Tax payers paid hundreds of pounds for his "shredding services".

Anyway I could turn out to be grumpy, very grumpy or terribly grumpy if I have any hangover on this first practice session tonight.
But knowing me, knowing you : You will forgive me and I will not give a fuck anyway.

See you again in Too-morrious-valds.

YESTERDAY'S WORLD RETURNS

It is a sideways world today with the same smart smiles and the same tricky-dicky bows.

But the camera obscura is no more.

Arse about tit is no longer a philosophical subject.

Poor Winston gets famous yet again as he wilts and tilts and as George Orwell is celebrated by a few for 60 damned years of fame and 1984.

But fear not. "WE" were there even before 1948.

MESSAGE TO PM
from me old mate Thomas Gooding

THE CORRIDORS OF CONTEMPLATION AND CONVERSATION

I must come clean. I did do me bits of soul-searching and clarification. It will be clear to you all that I, The Zola, have returned as a better person.

I WILL NOT SAY SORRY ... but
I accepted an all expenses trip to the UK last week ( although I only charged the minimum wage for the public lecture and display). It was never my intention to return home "in pocket" but if you want a lecture from me I am your duty-bound voice of the people.

First I addressed the "Trash Gordon" Campaign Group and then, after a disgusting trip by train, I gave a lecture to a once respectable university group.

The " Pomo-Granite Manifesto" was agreed.

Post-Modernity(isms) are cemented into working-class consciousness. There is no Third Way.

PUBLIC HEALTH WARNING

Your well inflamed Zola must travel again today. In keeping with certain UK politicians he accepts that " coming to the UK is a privilege".


But have no fears this trip should be short and sharp and squeaky clean.


It will be a best behaviour time.

"SEA AND SAND

Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned

Nothing is planned by the sea and the sand"

Mods and Rockers Return to Edinburgh

Damn it the South-East coasts of jolly England deserve this feast of wild attraction.
Dr Jimmy !

"Laugh and say I'm green
I've seen things you'll never see
Talk behind my back
But I'm off the beaten track
I'll take on anyone..."

What is it... all about ...
Jimmy?