Sunday, 21 June 2015
...Inga and the nord strand.....
remember THE STRAND and that 'unknown number' according to BI in relation to those cigarettes and that early tv/cinema advert? "unknown address in THE STRAND" replies BI ONLINE.
...well my mother will probably remember Inga - after eating M&S 'original ryvita'....because I can remember a certain scene - at 2 st Austell road....my mother and my swiss grandmother laughing and laughing....at Inga....as she enthused about how she had lost so much weight, whilst eating ryvita....as a substitute for bread....but in those days....the late 60s...looking like 'twiggy' was de rigeur....as in 'acceptably anorexic' according to fashion.....
....see previous notes upon Hollywood and how none of today's Hollywood stars can achieve that 'level of thinness' without being on class A drugs....an appetite suppressant 'in extremis'....yes, the ill cult handlers used to 'starve their Hollywood A listers' in a room for 3 days, before allowing them on set....but it was easier to keep them 'in line' with class A level drug addiction - unless of course, they refused to take the drugs - which meant 'back into an empty, locked room for 3 days "until you've lost the weight" before being allowed out on set....a 'take your choice' sort of thing (Victoria beckham and those like her, are no exception to this 'star rule')....see previous notes.
...and now back to the late 60s....Inga was to scream at myself...I was about 5 years' old, at the time...for putting butter onto my ryvitas - you see, Inga had given my mother, swiss grandmother and myself a 'pack of them' to try out.....and afterwards - I was to point out to Inga - that when you put butter onto them - it went into the holes....lots of it...and so was it really just as bad as bread?....you put a thin amount of butter onto bread but on ryvita - it goes into the holes - you have to put loads on....Inga was to go beserk.....along the lines of "how many have you eaten?" I was to reply "four"...buttered ryvitas....
Inga was to shriek in response...."I don't eat it with butter! you are impossible...I am going to have to starve you!"...for one of her new 'ill cult shows'....I wasn't fat....but ingabot was....severely so...a huge 'blob' on the 'rough carpet' of the playroom....Inga was to spot ingabot with a ryvita in her hand...."she is only a BABY!"....my mother was to retort that babies liked rusks, from the kitchen and through the open door into the playroom....Inga then went into 'manic mode'...picked up that massively fat baby...and began to canoodle and caress it...."don't worry darling - i'll find your milk bottle"....and through the open door....to the kitchen...my mother and I, were watching it all...my mother was furious...I was simply 'watching' with wide eyes...and my swiss grandmother was laughing and laughing...as if she could not stop.....from her seated position behind the kitchen table....
those were the days, eh? when we were all 'almost friendly'...for Inga to then turn increasingly violent and sinister....my swiss grandmother, my mother and myself...were then put into 'memory dump' as Inga went to work with a ketching up bottle....if you get my meaning....
oh and ingabot at about 2 years old - was 'still a baby'....she hadn't developed at all...no matter how much Inga stuffed into her face...with a milk bottle...ingabot just got fatter and fatter...that was all....go figure upon what was to happen next.
and before I forget....my swiss grandmother was to say something in French...I had to translate for my mother....it was in effect, something around...'with hand gestures'...."she has just grown wider and wider....she has not grown taller"....
I suppose that my mother and my swiss grandmother had not thought that ingabot-the-cuckoo would live...but she did....why else would they have made 'jokes like that' in the late 60s?....but she did....and that is the problem....the curse upon ingabot and the curse upon the rest of us....if you want to feel sorry for anybody...feel sorry for all of us...caught in that dire MOD-created situation...according to MI5 toby.
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