today i feel more european than i’ve ever felt in my whole life, and i intend to cherish and guard my european identity like never before. it’s so severe within me right now, that an english sunday roast looks kind of gross to my eyes at present…all that gloopy runny brown gravy…it’s looks disgusting on a plate compared to the more colourful food from the continent or south america or japan, and i can just see a load of little englanders hunched over kitchen tables gobbling down on their yorkshire puddings while the english pound pukes its guts up all over the floor… take a look at a twat in a t-shirt.
in our garage there’s a box of coca cola cans, and if a delivery van comes by and the driver is polish or from anywhere overseas, i give him one of the cans..i LOVE doing that…it’s a beautiful thing watching a foreign person struggle with the english language…it’s survival in action, and when i tell them to hang on while i grab them a can of coke,they look puzzled but then they realise it’s just a random act of kindness…no words need to be said,they just know that there are people here welcoming them..it’s a subtle political gesture on my part
i’ve been getting into gardening lately, but i’m trying to fuck with it, so i bring in pieces of junk and attempt to re appropriate objects..right now i’m in the middle of building a rock garden and i got a big cartwheel from germany that thomas painted gold and hopefully it will look a bit like a rising or setting sun behind mountains.. thomas is going to paint our outdoor giant chess board black and gold.. i’m also thinking about employing text and symbols,so i’ve ordered a stencil set and will have circles of gold euro stars in a few of the paving stones in the promenade…just subtle things sweetie…and somewhere hidden i’ll stencil the words ‘golden years’ to commemorate the beautiful man who is david bowie,and better times when we were wise enough to be in the european union….so yes i’m calling our back garden ‘golden years’.
i do love the polish waitresses in the cocktail bars and cafes in central london..our faces are familiar with each other and it’s always good. how interesting that london which is the most integrated part of the country wanted to stay in the union. the capital wasn’t spooked. i love the new mayor who is muslim.. unlike doris johnson he hangs with ease at a gay pride parade..that man has a kind good face….and now i’m thinking how i’ve always loved lustrous asian hair…black as the night…same with the chinese and japanese hair…so straight and strong and shiny and black.
what a world right now.. interesting to think how donald trump and nigel farage are of the same political DNA…look how badly they both dress and how it’s reflected in the aesthetic of their thinking…LOVE this scottish lady at the golf club keen to greet mr spunkfail’s helicopter on arrival or departure
then there’s the music…i am soooo not in the mood for any traditional britrock right now… i’m into black soul and the quintin tarantino soundtracks which feature a lot of moody mariachi tracks…and i’m into the late conny plank’s german productions…and european jazz… years ago two irish fellas from cork turned me on to a swedish jazz trio called Esbjorn Svensson Trio. it’s modern forward leaning music..tears up the rule book.
was watching glastonbury…all those fantastic young folk..seems all of them and the bands and singers wanted the union.. old buggers buggered it up for them.
that british bulldog sure looks a little lonely right now, and i wonder how he feels knowing that he NOW MIGHT LOOSE HIS BIG HAIRY BULLDOG BALLS CALLED SCOTLAND
i hope doris johnson iain duncan smith nigel farage and michael gove’s piles burst in their white chinos on a hot humid day during cricket.
