Valentine Love 28: Normal Month

Thankfully, it’s not a Leap Year, so I’m taking tomorrow off! I love not working, and have been writing mostly for you, while also trying to create a job I like more than most. I’ve decided to make next month Writing Month. So those of you who only care about love-making can take the month off. By the way, my ethical celibacy is intact; I think some in work think something else when I write positively about women; they miss the whole point of my ethical celibacy: to be nice to women without reward! And it’s worked. I love myself more than ever now!! When I wrote ‘was I Too Fast for Love?’ referencing the Motley Crue album I was talking about walking past them; walking past love as I’ve written before!!!

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I should have written ‘communal’ booze rather than ‘free’ too in a recent post. I took the regular eight cans, but am a self-confessed bingeaholic, and didn’t usually stop until running out, or falling over. They sent me out into a freezing snow-on-the-ground winter night from there, miles from home, although saying they’d put me in a taxi. I didn’t feel too alive when I woke the next morning. It’s something that’s happened all my life, but my disdain that time was exacerbated by one of them; a pseudo-alpha hippy!; accusing me of drinking from the big table full of booze!

I’ve been trying to take my PhD and writing seriously the last dozen years, but my ‘friends’, ‘colleagues’ and even ‘tutors’ were either trying to lead me astray or disrupt me. Sometimes I still wanted to flirt with wildness, but not much, and not most of the time; putting my writing first and way above enjoying socialising.

I even started drinking at home, to write my thoughts down, more interested in my own mind than conversation… which I usually wouldn’t remember after a certain amount of alcohol anyway. I wanted to go as deep into my subconscious as possible, like the great philosophers, poets and writers; that’s why I care about my writing, and am so protective of it: because it is me and my mind, recording for history, hopefully helping create a better future. I was willing to lose my mind, erase or destroy it, like Nietzsche may have done; searching, researching: releasing, writing; out and in, up and down, swirling all around, ideas from the deep, inspirations from the high, warnings from the low. No pain, no gain, exercising the brain!

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As a special end of month reward, here’s Love’s last scene from XaW Files, deep in the epic ending of Chapter 9 Episode 20, but not all of the episode. The Arkangel was named after an angelic women I once saw walking out of the Ark clothes chop. An unknown AAW, representing all high street honeys (FHM magazine feature: more greenYgrey example from the website below):

Anella Miller Hot Instagram:

Water, Water, Every Were

The torrent of water was fast approaching, and there looked no escape.

‘Ahoy me hearties,’ I heard a familiar voice shout. ‘Ahoy me hearties, join us aboard The Arkangel.

Sail away with me,
to tranquil turquoise sea,
filled with coral and life,
away from human strife.’

I looked over and saw it was Captain Dec, being poetic, on the deck of a new ship. It sounded like an offer too good to refuse, and Dai was already heading in the direction of the ship, hand in hand with Stella, looking as if he couldn’t wait to get back on the seas. It seemed as if there was a vole running between them. Was it Love? Yes, I think it was, leading Lovus and Lovulus behind her.

‘Nice ship!’ I shouted to Dec.

‘Just something I’ve been putting together in my spare time,’ replied Dec. ‘Are you coming along, recalling that Sail Away With Me song?’

‘Not this time, my ol’ captain,’ I replied. ‘I think this story must end here.’

‘Will there be another one?’ asked Love.

‘I think there may have to be Love, I think there may have to be. Go now my travel buddies, with my Love, while you still have time, and let this be our last rhyme… for this story at least.’

‘Goodbye greenY,’ they all shouted, for we were now back together, as they sailed into the new POP ART sunset. As they reached the horizon, the pinky orange purple was replaced by green northern lights in the grey haze sky, with yellow sunlight still visible.

I felt at home once again.

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Valentine Love 27: York(shire) Worth Saving: Look North Weather Women

After the deadly storm Doris swept across Blighty on Thursday (reminding me of the German art group Die Tödliche Doris featured in XaW Files – it could be a coincidence, or conspiracy: the storm could have been named Doris after its namers read XaW Files and hoped it would be deadly!?) the river in York was nearly flooding.

Could Have Claimed My Saving

If we’d been in Viking times I could have claimed to have saved York from flooding. I went there on a pre-planned trip to attend the Jorvik Viking History week celebrations and it was cloudy when I arrived. As I reached the banks of the River Ouse the sun came out, and it was a lovely partially sunny and cloudy day afterwards.

It had in fact been sunny in Leeds in the morning, so it was probably just a matter of the sky clearing from the west. I don’t think I brought the sun, but I don’t think I create greenygrey weather either.

It was what I’ve mostly seen in Blighty all my life, and was one of the main reasons I initially left. Now, as I enter the autumn years of my life, and appreciate sleep more, it doesn’t seem so bad, and good for creating nice sleeping conditions!

While it can be a bit depressing thinking most days are cloudy, on the other hand, greenYgrey style, hopefully those who don’t have the wanted sunny days for special occasions such as weddings, won’t feel unlucky; just not very lucky for that day!

It’s similar for tourism: while it may put some off holidaying in the U.K. it might prepare others, and they’ll enjoy their holiday more, especially not feeling deceived, and will be more likely to recommend it to others.

Tourism is supposed to be booming in Blighty and Yorkshire, but I don’t claim credit for it; it’s more about the weak pound at the moment!

Intelligent Environmental Thinking

I just caught up with the Look North news from Friday (the story was on the website earlier) and was delighted to see that they are going to be planting lots more trees, plants and creating bogs on the moors above Todmorden in Yorkshire to prevent future flooding; the rain now simply runs down the sheep-grazed smooth hills.

Hills

I think it’s a great intelligent example of humanity improving the environment while also protecting itself. It reminded me of Yellowstone Park, where the reintroduction of wolves helped the environment by cutting down on the amount of animal grazing; I love deer, but too many can apparently be detrimental for the foliage.

Look North Weather Women

Talking of Look North, and this being Valentine month, I think I should give Keeley Donovan another mention. Moreover, she’s now been joined by Abbie Dewhurst, who is kind of like her blonde equivalent: a lovely looking and personality seeming girl next door.

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I hope Keeley doesn’t mind me sharing out my Look North weather girl love… maybe she’ll be relieved! I think I heard her mentioning a boyfriend one time, as well as Alan the cat, so she seems to be doing fine.

I didn’t go to York to see beautiful women, but there were of course many there. I also saw an interesting and impressive historical poetry reading about Viking King Harald Hardrada by Peter Carrington-Porter and a Northern Extremity Viking-style music night featuring Old Corpse Road, Haerken, Atorc and Sellsword.

 

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Valentine Love 26: 3 to Another Epic Writing Success: 27 Times the Average Valentine Love

I posted yesterday’s blog with minutes to spare before the day ended, keeping alive the ambition to post 28 days of Valentine Love in the 28 days of February: thus providing 27 times the love of the traditional one day of Valentine love. This is mostly for comedic reasons, self-parody, with most of my love now transferred to my mixed-up vole anagram star.

Misrepresented by My Leftie Friends

I saw a documentary about old-skool Lefties recently, and was reminded of when I was a leftie in the 1980s and 1990s. They stressed their opposition to property ownership and materialism, as part of their criticism of capitalism.

I also recently went to a counter-culturalist style event, and the people there were as nice as they usually are at such events. My criticisms are of the group of friends I had in uni, and not anybody I don’t know; they were also nice in most ways most of the time, but maybe it was just a case of getting to know them too well… like most marriages!

I thought it was ironic seeing that again, with most of my ‘leftie’ critics using their property and material possessions as signs of ‘victory’ against me; who they considered money-oriented, either as a ‘desperate chav’ or ‘greedy Jew’.

I did have a part-time job at uni, with most of them not needing one, as they were rich enough without. Most of the time it was just a few hours a week, working at the football ground of the team I support, with access to watching most of the game after work.

While I’ve been working while I write to do the right thing, when I probably could have gone on the sick, I’ve either got criticised for working too much (by leftie friends) or too little (by tax-payers, such as workplace managers!).

Being about twelve years older than most of my ‘uni counter-culture friends’ I said they’d probably soon settle into mainstream life after university. Most of them only proved me wrong by joining the ‘rat-race’ straight after university, without taking a gap year!

I don’t blame them for that, or think they necessarily made the wrong choice, just their hypocrisy in thinking themselves great counter-culturalists and depicting me as some kind of an imposter, when I’d been in the counter-culture since about 1980, fifteen years before meeting any of them.

Taking My Humour Out of Context

During Leeds United’s downfall about fifteen years ago I joked about flirting with Arsenal, when Thierry Henry was up against Michael Duberry, so then they started putting it around that I wasn’t a Leeds fan. Most of them weren’t Leeds fans, so they were spoiling what should have been a nice Leeds United story: a fan of twenty-five years moving to the city to support the club, getting a job at the stadium and meeting many current and former players, including his boyhood favourite, and then becoming a Doctor of Philosophy. In the U.S.A. it would be an American Dream-style story!

When I said I didn’t want a ‘Battle with the Blondes (women)’; admittedly after finding out stuff about a woman I didn’t know, and foolishly telling them during my time in the abyss; they started putting it around that I was in such a battle; as well as trying to recreate and perpetuate my torture in my new home.

They tried to put men off me by claiming I was sexually interested in them, thus diminishing my chances of being a role model, although I was admittedly a drunken mess most of the time when out in public anyway… only an Ozzy/Tara style role model!

They encouraged me to get intoxicated, and then left me… to die possibly; or invited me to free parties, and criticised me for drinking the supposedly ‘free’ alcohol; like they were also ‘possessive’ of even their friends; and hostile to women showing a bit of skin in public!

I think most of it with the ‘leaders’ was because they felt I was a threat to their pseudo-alpha image, as I’d done a lot in my life, although they denied that even; the same for my day-job and university department.

In reality, I didn’t want to be a leader or threat to any of them, always having been more of an outsider critic anti-hero than someone who needs a bunch of yes-people to support their egos.

My Life Before Them

They claimed they were great influences on me, when they just added little pieces to my jigsaw if anything. The place I grew up in in Wales had a big counter-culture scene in the 1980s, with a hippy commune on the edge of town.

Lots of people I knew used to go down to Stonehenge each year for the free festival. I never went, but went to other free festivals, as well as Reading and Donington Monsters of Rock, and the Kent Custom Bike Show. During the 1990s, the free parties in the hills morphed into raves, which was how I got into that scene. I’d still been more into rock and metal when I applied to university, but had got more into rave by the time I arrived, having experienced my Summer of Love in 1995!

I had also travelled to every populated continent travelling on a shoestring between 1987-1994, and for the right reasons of wanting to see the world and experience life, as well as more beaches and sunshine – sick of old-fashioned Greenygrey weather!

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My ICS lecturers seemed to join in my torture, like the religious schools that used to abuse poor children, as reported on the BBC today; the story that inspired Werewolf of Oz. Some of my day-job managers seem to have followed suit, as if upholding the abuse of power tradition.

The Head of Department and his student/secretary makes me out to be bitter or sexist in that I criticise her, but I wasn’t criticising her as a woman, I was criticising her as a hypocritical deceiving student, who was playing the great rebel while secretly in that relationship. I had been willing to help and support her beforehand, thinking she was a better student than me; I felt let down by her as a colleague, rather than being bitter like she’s probably making out. While she was okay looking, I was more interested in city/clubbing women at the time; although looking back with hindsight, an academic would have been a more sensible… and lucrative choice!

The male power junkies (and I include Dastardly in that, although she’s still officially female – and nothing against transgender people in general! – she hates girly women, such as the Russian Eurovision Song Contestant who was emotional when receiving good points) try and turn women against me by either making me out to like or dislike them more than I do: either building up their hopes or scaring them!!

That’s why I’ve had to stress the types of women I do fancy more than normal, although I do like complimenting them as well, and think it would be a more honest and open society if everybody did stress their preferences, as a lot of relationships are built on lies and falsehoods.

I’m still a part of the counter-culture I knew in the 1980s, stressing freedom and openness, animal welfare and environment, while criticising autocratic institutions and religions; it’s not me that’s changed, its society; and I have adapted my views to that. I’d rather stay an independent writer, but if there’s not much work in it, then I’ll have to look into doing something else.

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Valentine Love 25: Ant n’ Dec Friendship

It was great to see the One Show have an Ant n’ Dec sofa challenge on Friday, with the cheeky Geordie presenters greenygreying by wearing grey on a greenY sofa in a mostly POP (PinkyOrangePurple) studio, while a greenY sofa was placed in Newcastle and London to see which attracted most people.

Ant and Dec The One Show Saturday Night Takeaway

Ant n’ Dec are thought to be the main inspirations for non-werewolf humany star characters Dai n’ Dec in Werewolf of Oz and XaW Files: Captain Dec O’ Rum (juxtaposing an unlikely greenYgrey mix of decorum calm in charge of a deck full of rum) and his shipmate Dai on the Seas (Dionysus).

Probably not surprisingly, home support won over population, with about three times as many people in Newcastle as in London. Numbers increased so much later in Newcastle that the sofa wasn’t visible, which is a bit extreme for greenYgreying!:

Ant and Dec The One Show Saturday Night Takeaway

As you can see, people were more worried about the show getting Ant n’ Dec the wrong way around than the Newcastle greenY sofa being hidden! Unbelievable!!

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Valentine Love 24: Age of ABBBA Realised?

It’s amazing that within half a year of XaW Files proclaiming the age of ABBBA in a parody comedy way while travelling in Sweden the four members of ABBA reunited on stage for the first time in thirty years. They didn’t have the other B of the XaW ABBBA of course, as Beowulf is a fictional character, although probably based on somebody real. However, Scandinavian pop music is supposed to be very popular now too.

Super troupers … the original members of Abba line up at the opening of Mamma Mia! The Party in January.

It was great to see them all together, enjoying the night and playing music live again.

Here’s the two XaW Files episodes that led to the ABBBA age proclamation, after ABBA arrived in an ABBAlance at Liseberg amusement park, where the travel questers had gone looking for our anagram star, Love the mixed-up vole:

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I was delighted to see ABBA falling in love with the voles. The only wildlife I could remember in an ABBA song was the Eagle.

Mix-Up Materialises Mixed-Up

‘It’s strange to meet more voles so soon,’ said Bjorn. ‘We had just been to a Lay All Your Love On Me call, after a vole had flown off the Helix ride, and landed on an unsuspecting Flying Elephant working hard on its ride. The vole said its name is Love, but it seemed a little mixed-up.’

‘That sounds like our mom,’ squeaked Lovus and Lovulus in unison.

Does Your Mother Know where you are?’ said Agnetha.

‘Do you know where Love is now,’ I asked, trying to remain calm although of course very excited.

‘Yes, we have her in our vehicle,’ said Benny. ‘Please come and see if it is the vole you know and love.’

Lovus and Lovulus led the dash to the ABBAlance. I knew it was indeed Love in the van when the two young voles simultaneously exclaimed ‘Mamma Mia Voulez-vous’ upon reaching the open door.

It was a poignant moment I’ll never forget when I heard Love’s voice reply ‘Voley two, Voulez-vous.’

Lovely Reunion, Fine Tuning

We all rushed into the ABBAlance after Lovus and Lovulus, and reaquainted with Love. Needless to say, it was a truly lovely mixed-up moment.

Once we’d all cooled down, I said we’d better think about travelling to Norway, as there’s only a couple of episodes left, and we just crossed into the second page. I asked if anybody knew the quickest way over the border.

Love showed she’d lost none of her sharpness when she answered, ‘I think you just provided a clue yourself, remembering your skill at word letters travel. While I don’t think you can claim a special way with words, you do have one very important thing in common with way.’

‘Of course!,’ I exclaimed, catching on almost immediately. ‘Way ends with y, and so does Norway. I should be able to lead us directly in through the back.’

References

Lay All Your Love On Me, Does Your Mother Know, Voulez-vous and Mamma Mia are ABBA songs.

Chapter 8 Episode 20

Bo decided to stay in his homeland with ABBA, after they offered him a central position in their group, meaning their new name will be ABBBA; remembering this is a parody, and ABBA will always be ABBA really.

Bo made his debut for ABBBA singing Hasta Mañana to us as we left. We sang Me and I in return.

I led my travel companions into Norway through its y, finding an exit out of Ytter-Vikna. After checking on Google Maps we saw it’s in Nord-Trøndelag county, in the country’s north-west.

Time Travel to the Letter

We set off inland, and soon reached Drag,
not knowing we’d entered a time lag,
like jet-lag multiplied hundreds of years,
meaning a Millenium of time blurs,
the disappointment of being in the right place
at the wrong time was left without trace,
by soon after hearing Rolling Stones
perhaps rumbling down from Jötnar thrones,
Lovus and Lovulus combining on Mother’s Little Helper
with the words What a Drag it is Getting Old apt nostalgia.

When we reached Drag village I was surprised there was another flag flying instead of the Norwegian.

We looked it up on Wikipedia, with our communications still working, and identified it as the Arms of Eric of Pomerania, suggesting we’d travelled back to the Kalmar Union age of 1397–1523, when the Scandinavian peninsula and its territories were united under one monarch.

I realised I must have led the others out into Ytter-Vikna through its V instead of its Y, with my lower dash showing signs of cramp now I came to think about it. I couldn’t remember tucking it up into my upper Y v though.

When I told the others what I thought had happened, Lovus joked that I should have learnt my Ps and Qs instead of focusing on Gs and Ys. After laughing with the others I said were (sic) talking about Vs and Ys here, but admitted that Lovus was still generally correct, for it is best to know as much as you can about all the letters.

International Troll Hunter Trap

I didn’t think it’d be a problem speeding up half a millenium, but then a man with a gun approached us, and asked us if we’d seen any trolls, in a language we found hard to understand. Love exclaimed ‘trolls’ nervously, and hugged Lovus and Lovulus.

Chris said we’d only just arrived, and hadn’t seen anybody or anything else.

The man harrumphed, seeming irritated. ‘You don’t know where you are do you,’ he said.

I said we had just checked, and found out exactly where we are, after at first emerging in Ytter-Vikna without knowing where we were… although I of course knew I was a were.

‘You must have been aiming for Tromso,’ said the man, ‘using its neighbouring island of Kvaloya to guide you. You must have mistaken Kvaloya and Ytter-Vikna’s neighbouring island of Kalvoya, and ended up here. I have just travelled from Tromsoya, and can attest that the region is just as beautiful as this, but I was able to travel there and here without problems, whereas you seem to be totally lost.’

I had had enough of this nonsense, which I didn’t even consider worthy of being called literary. I replied, ‘I have been lost many times in my rambles, and while some have been because I didn’t care where I was going, other times I did become lost while aiming to go somewhere specific. However, this is not one of those times. I was trying to find the easiest capital Y to enter Norway, so I wasn’t aiming for Tromso, or even Tromsoya, although I would very much like to visit there. We are where I intended travelling geographically, although I must admit we are 500 years out historically.’

Moving the Trollposts

‘You haven’t caught any trolls have you,’ he said, after not much deliberation, moving a couple of posts with a net in-between. I had thought it was a football goal, but now realised it must be his troll-trap.

‘We don’t want to see any trolls thank you,’ said Love. Lovus and Lovulus definitely looked as if they didn’t want to see any trolls, seeming to have an instinctual fear of the mythical monsters.

‘I bet you wish you had a couple of trolls like I have in my bag,’ he said, motioning towards a sack with a couple of lumps in, not seeming to have listened to a word we’d said; or understood them anyway.

‘For the last time,’ I said, ‘we are in the right place but wrong time. We are trying to communicate with you as clearly as possible, but we are obviously not speaking a language that translates into your mindset. While our communication together is just about mutually comprehensible, our schemas are miles apart. We say time, you hear trolls.’

Mistaken TrollYdentity

‘So you admit to being trolls now do you,’ said the hunter, raising his gun.

I had given up trying to communicate with him now, and the voles seemed equally exasperated.

However, Chris took a couple of steps toward the hunter, saying ‘If I could just examine the trolls in your bag sir, I think it will help to move our conversation along.’

A loud shot rang out, announcing humanity’s presence in the polar borderlands. Some birds broke cover as Chris fell to the ice, unable to take another stride, and with no more words to speak.

Rolling Stones Gathering

‘Another troll for my bag,’ said the hunter, ‘that’s a bag-troll hat-trick this morning.’

The loss I felt made my heart sink, but my hopes were lifted when I saw what looked like one of the Jötnars’ rolling stones heading our way, behind the hunter. The hunter was still talking and mocking, enjoying his kill. I looked at the voles, and they seemed to be thinking the same thing. None of us moved an inch.

I don’t know if there were ever any Norse gods in reality, or if they were just a created mythology, but if they instigated the rolling stone they sure did us a favour. It crashed into the troll trap, but the net didn’t stop it.

The hunter heard it sweep up the net. He shouted ‘Don’t harm that net,’ obviously caring more about his trap than any of us. The stone of course took no notice, continuing over the hunter, taking both with it under the wild waves of Hamnvatnet.

References

Ps and Qs: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind_your_Ps_and_Qs

Jotnars on Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%B6tunn

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Valentine Love 23: The Greenygrey… Archive

One of the reasons I wanted to blog is because I thought my writing was being slowed, my ideas stolen, work misrepresented and other people were trying to hijack it. Unfortunately that’s still the case a decade later.

Luckily, I still have my archive, as well as my books and published material, which probably came a little bit later than the blog posts. I was chuffed to read some of the original Greenygrey blog posts, which used Blogger, including this example of my self-proclaimed genius self-parody from 2008, nearly a decade ago, and at the start of the Greenygrey website; a couple of years after being made a Doctor of Philosophy, which…

could have been the gateway to respectability and wealth…

… I was taking the piss out of myself, and proclaiming myself the employee of my fictional animal welfare supporter character:

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*Stop Press* *News Flash* Greenygrey agrees to publish blog with http://www.greenygrey.co.uk

Yes, exciting news as the Greenygrey nears the end of its journey. Following lengthy and complicated discussions it has agreed to publish the journey blogs you’ve come to love over the year with the greenygrey website, and has brought in renowned self-proclaimed genius and freelance writer, Dr. Marc Latham, to edit the book.

The greenygrey said he was delighted at the outcome from the negotiations, and now just wanted to get on with finishing off its epic journey without any more distractions: ‘Yeh, it’s not my cup of tea really, and some of the time it got a bit gruelling. I’m definitely ready for the open roads and some nature now, and can’t wait to get in some shapeshifting and time travel too if possible. I think Dr. Marc Latham is the man for the job, and I have every confidence in his ability.’

Dr. Marc Latham proclaimed it a dream job, and one he’s been waiting all his career for: ‘It’s the break I’ve been waiting for, to edit the book of such a virtual travelling legend is what I’ve been breaking my back for over the years. For me, it’s the big one, and I just hope I can do the project justice.’

We shall have to wait and see how it pans out. Watch this space.

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Valentine Love 22: BritPOP Bromance

I remembered and returned to the third episode of Britain’s Ancient Capital: Secrets of Orkney mainly for Neil Oliver and Chris Packham discussing humanity and nature while watching a great gYgPOP sunset; as well as some of the research findings, both the one proved right that pushed the origins of the community there back even further to before 3500 B.C., and the one proved wrong, showing how science works, admitting when it is wrong, in contrast to religion.

Andy Torbet v Dr Shini Somara

Some of my university days hair metal homophobes, who were into more macho metal, also made out that I went to the gym because I liked muscular men; generally they just tried to find a negative to everything I did, usually sexual, but sometimes money or social, while making themselves look good. Then when I parodied their attitudes and behaviour they didn’t want to accept it, clinging on to the fake compliments I gave them!

They didn’t like people who went to the gym in general, or women who wore short skirts in the city centre, but it was alright at places they liked, such as festivals and concerts; and they liked thin men who showed off their body, such as Russell Brand.

Andy Torbet is a fine figure of a man, and white; showing it off in a greenYgrey sauna with a more clothed female non-white Dr. Shini Somara. I felt no sexual longing for Andy Torbet, but Shini Somara looked quite fanciable: thin, long-haired, feminine and intelligent, taking an interest in ancient British culture without a chip on her shoulder. That’s me showing my sexuality and that my sexual preference is not racist.

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There are many beautiful non-white women, but as in all my remembered life though, white blonde and brunette women still dominate my most beautiful women to my tastes list; and after living through Multicultural Fascism the last twenty years, and people thinking I was campaigning for female freedom to see their hair etc, or feeling pressured into a mixed-ethnicity relationship myself, it’s a white woman that I’d feel most comfortable with. That’s here and now anyway; I might feel different if I left Blighty and Europe?

My Mission from God: the Woman God!

My warnings about grooming and trying to educate women and girls is down to cultural prevalence and eminent danger. Women shouldn’t trust anybody offhand: not because of their race or position, whether a doctor like me, or a man in uniform.

During New Labour’s Multicultural Fascism society seemed to be making the white working-class community out to be failed; if we even defended ourselves we were made out to be ‘racist’, such as in the BBC’s ‘white season’, and standing in the way of their bright new image of the country… and Blair’s money-spinning business afterwards.

I joked that I was on a mission from God, the woman-god; inspired by the Blues Brothers movie, without at first shortening it to the Goddess, or Goddesses, with that belief prevalent in Blighty during pagan times.

By the way, the findings at Orkney push the community there back much further in time than the Middle-Eastern Monotheist religious books’ belief in all life on our planet, let alone humanity. They consider all life on Earth started within a 1000 years of their books’ history, which is about 2000 years after our ancestors were setting up their impressive community on Orkney. The dinosaurs etc were tens of thousands of years earlier.

Men at Work

This was going to be a blog celebrating a Brit bromance all about men chatting while enjoying the gYgPOP sunset. That was until I entered the iplayer page for episode 3 and was met by this great gYgPOP3 cover image (with all six green, yellow, grey, pink, orange and purple colours, and three creatures), showing multi-ethnic Britain at its best in my consideration, inspiring my Torbet v Somara comparison:

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Here’s five images of the gYgPOP sunset Neil Oliver and Chris Packham enjoyed, as their BritPOPing ancestors were doing over 5000 years ago:

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