New Diary. Part 1

Tuesday I start again. Another future I think (Diploma in Teaching in the Lifelong Learning Sector (DTLLS)).

 Where the Buffalo Roam (1980)

  watching this suggests it is probable that Johnny Depp also saw this film too...

Oh, l'm eating her cookie. Cook, the bat here is Karl Lazlo.

both wildly funny within the context of the film and when use as a general remark...out of context.

Wednesday and suddenly all the buses in Wetherby are being run by individual colours. Somehow they're all still dull and discordant. Somehow they're all mat finish. Making it feel like the days of corporations.

Inside you're battling a demon VK...

There is a new film out which is described as 5 star, fantastic and amazing by the daily rags - friends with benefits - in Leeds this should be re-branded as 'friends on benefits' Ne pas? Much more realistic. The amount of mothers pushing toddlers/babies around Leeds city centre at 2pm on a Wednesday. So busy with people doing absolutely nothing apart from smoking into a coffin of pointless existence.

All counter-culture has been assimilated therefore there isn't a counter-culture; just those who haven't realised it yet baby: Yeah that they are the same bland empty souls, yeah. It's clever to treat every distinct clique with Daz...and as Gil Scott-Heron said 'the revolution will not be televised'.

Suddenly all there is are coffee shops, hairdressers and Pizza Express in Leeds. Time for a coffee, I need a haircut but not sure that the pizzas at Pizza Express are any cop. I constantly imagine I am in the Leeds of circa '84 with numerous diverse, smoke filled and dirty streets. No pedestrian areas, carbon monoxide streets and lead grey surfaces.
Maybe I was wrong to stop getting loaded on heinous chemicals in 1998? Anguish. It's been too long to dip my feet in that current, but it's all so bland in the face of materialism and a recurring stiff neck and back after I've slept twisted against the rampant noises at PGL Boreatton Park. Age is finally claiming my sagging body.
I am in a writing mood. First tones in months - chorus'n all.

An old queer in some boho from the sixties, loads of slogans all over his trousers and waistcoat, just walked into the cafe and said here's the guardian for you, in that Kenneth Williams style, and was gone again. I does attract them...like a fly briefly alighting on my arm before buzzing along its merry way. Peter, in his wisdom, confirms this wasn't Maurice and his amazing rodents; a wise choice indeed.

It is the 31st of August and how does the Clock cafe have the time to play White Christmas by Fucked, dead, ole Bing...forewarning of little drummer boy, etc.?

All the Chinese in our universities are supporting the Uni's, but how did they all get here? What is the underlying reason? There is a true threat there. Am I the first to see this? Am I paranoid, racist or both? Gad damn all these rhetorical questions. On top this the land of democracy is bent over for that totalitarian monster...oh shame and money changes
everything. If only Oliver Cromwell had inspired more people.

James Chambers  'You only have to look at California: the Chinese and the Japanese are pretty much a majority now over there. The "yellow tide" started in the 80's they came in search of a quality education for their children and were willing to pay whatever it too to get it. Then they bred like flies and took over from within. The same is happening here they come in search of freedom and to use our world class educational institutions'.

For what? To continue blowing that ole capitalist sax and which Chinese 'were willing', not the coal miners, etc., I reckon.
I can't get into Australia with my 'points system fuck up' but those chinks can with their Yen. Ying tong iddle I po...

Finally I actually hate something faithfully: it's called Capitalism and this is my favourite rant and I love to hate it.

Just don't try to push my boat.

I am more profound tonight than a box of milk tray...

In the old days you could hang up if somebody wouldn't stop, but now you have to unfriend them. I think we should be able to hang people instead.

When all else is forgotten, just talk bollox to the winds and sooner or later you'll get a result from someone somewhere.

Glamouflauge: a number of stylistic disguises in the way one dresses used to proclaim a sub-culture and independence from the mono hegemony but which re-enforces that very culture, by its very Made in China-ism; to its own detriment.
Quote 'we are all different' 'erm, I'm not'
A new word in formation.