.....and what's new this tuesday evening, dazzlenation?...well, something around nigel...who used to use that 'monty python' burlesque 'knightly' way of talking...a bit 'black adder'...a bit chaucer.....a bit shakespeare....used to pepper his 'punk rocker' speech with "methinks....to meself that"....just like the eldest taschmann used to do whilst talking about "some sorcery going on here" regarding scientific matters etc etc....lol...and in relation to the following collection of short stories....and having had a closer look at the frontcover illustration....remember 'mommie dearest'?....because she had looked rather like 'elizabeth maxwell' - the supposed mother of ghislaine, who in turn - had said that jade laing had really been her sister....anyway, nigel's mom as the face to the left and nigel to the right....additionally, 'tanya' appeared to have been nigel's sister...."on the other side of the mirror" replies BI online....and a little bird tells me that she had been responsible for the illustrations....or rather, they are in the style of her handiwork, whilst at exeter art college - training to be an illustrator etc etc....go figure:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Am-Stone-Gilchrist-British-Library/dp/071235400X
additionally, we have the following....a novel that dad sent me for my birthday, the other day....'the salt path'.....anyway, the frontcover illustration was to remind me of something else....as i was to tell him on the phone because there was no real reason for it - just a sort of sixth sense....anyway, of a certain christmas card - sent by ray fishwick...whilst we were still at 14 st st bernards....it was terribly funny....and yet 'odd'....the mood was a bit....how shall i put it?....'flowers' - remember that ch4 series.....in short, it was a cartoon of a huge black bird - sulking, looking terribly miserable in the rain - sodden upon a branch - in the foreground...eyeing the viewer pessimistically.....in the background, ray had drawn the house that he and his wife ann, had obtained building permission to construct....upon a piece of land just behind the rectory that they had apparently sold to a banker....when asked to explain it - ray was to tell a funny story about a cock that they had...ann used to keep chickens...anyway, the cockerel was rather old and used to fall asleep on the branch of a tree, upon their drive and then fall off....ray used to find it under the tree, asleep.....cocks and hens roost in trees....it sounded plausible but not, if you know what i mean....anyway, the story continued....one day, ray was driving home and he was to see the cock asleep by the roadside....and so he picked it up and decided to put it on the fence....he then threw it over the fence, just in case it fell over 'asleep' onto the wrong side, again....and what else?...well, my copy (delivered by amazon) doesn't have a 'motion picture' insert - it has 'costa book awards shortlist in the circle.....hmmm....rather strange people approach me, now and then - in clacton asking for directions to a 'costa' (on pier avenue)...remember that dodgy programmer/preacher and his wife etc etc....anyway, a source tells me that this is all about rodway's network and the costa-del-sol....hmmm...are we back to MI6 moore and his drug-dealing in marbella?....go figure:
er....a hint of 'christmas' going on here?.....i might add that i'd picked up the 'christmas card' reference even before viewing the following...."smugglers's cove" replies BI online...well, you obviously have some idea as to what this is all about whereas i clearly do not....just another 'memory aid' along the way, huh...i'm a bit sick of this:
anyway, i kind of get your drift here - dazzlenation...."before rodway and after"....quite a messy kitchen, eh?...."sir mills' mess"....hmmm...reminds me of the time that sylvia had accused me of leaving black bin liners of rubbish around her kitchen at no. 11....i was astonished....she knew that i had refused to take the keys to their new house because of the dodgy alarm system, that she had told me about....told them to give the keys to a neighbour, whilst they were on holiday....they then came back and sylvia was furious to find all of that rubbish....assumed it was me - despite not having given me a key....i then turned up - had a look through the bags....and exclaimed that the rubbish consisted mainly of vile junk food packaging - the type that you can buy at service stations - whereas i ate healthily, as she well knew etc etc....i then told her that i used to clean out rodway's car - bin liners of the same sort of detritus....hmmm......made sylvia even more furious.....hmmm....she had known all along that rodway 'n' her tards, had moved in down the road, whereas i was not allowed to know....rodway had told sylvia not to mention it because apparently i wouldn't 'understand' - despite rodway posing as one of my oldest friends, at the time...."like a sister" nir hoffman had told me, in shanghai etc etc...and so whilst sylvia had told me that a jooish family lived down the road...she was also to tell me, within the same breath "you're NOT to bother them"...don't go near...as if i would do any such thing and so why the high anxiety around me finding out who lived there etc etc....of course, that made me interested....i then spotted the blond, eldest adoptee going in, one day...to tell sylvia that he didn't look remotely jooish - was she sure? etc etc....anyway, i do hope that oscar hasn't been having the same sort of problem at his flat in blackheath i.e. tards breaking in and leaving their black bin liners of detritus etc etc....go figure:
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