Amber Heard: Still AAWsome American

Amber Heard was with Johnny Depp when I first noticed her, and I was sorry their romance ended the way it did. I’m glad she has now seemed to find love again with Elon Musk. She could of course have been a contender for romance with me, but I don’t know if she’s even heard (didn’t notice that wordplay until I got there!) of me, and certainly didn’t expect it.

Amber Heard’s new romance provides the ideal opportunity to show that this blog and the greenYgrey are for the love and benefit of women, led by AAWs, and not some cheap scummy grooming operation like how most of my Double Negative critics use social media and their positions of power.

Elon Musk and Tesla

I was a little surprised at Amber’s choice when I heard (intentional; must be warming up; or the coffilosophy’s kicking in) about it, thinking she would go for another rock n’ roller after Depp; more a member of Tesla the band than the owner of Tesla the car. However, they do have one thing in common: a love of greenYgreying:

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Musk seems a cool guy, having already appeared in two of my biggest parody satire influences, South Park and The Simpsons. If Paul Potty is reading [wordplaying on Pol Pot, who tried to take Cambodia back to Year Zero, like Paul Potty (student, 1995) did with me creatively (music and comedy TV), starting when I met him, when I was 30 years old!] I’d watched The Simpsons before, but I think he did introduce me to South Park. Everybody was raving about it then anyway, so I probably would’ve watched it. I just liked the Cartman character really anyway, laughing with and at; Paul Pot liked all the humour, such as that making fun of the poor and handicapped, reflecting his love of sadistic practical jokes! Although he was a nice enough bloke in most ways. Paul Pot didn’t write South Park and The Simpsons, but acts as if he did, followed by others, such as some in work (my previous marketplace), who seem to think talking about a TV programme gives them copyright! I’ve practically been a TV addict since the early 1970s!!

A Little Elongated Musk Wordplay

I have only had good experiences with musk, thinking of three for nice wordplay parody:

  1. I saw a musk deer in Nepal
  2. Musky Muskrat character from Deputy Dawg, seen in MY childhood
  3. Musk cologne smell

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*The three images above working in a chronological green-Y-grey way was unconscious, and only noticed afterwards!

Amber Leaves Green to Amber (traffic lights culture) with greenYgrey Images

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Good Luck to Amber Heard and Elon Musk, and it was nice to see they chose to  greenYgrey for their first photos in public together:

News video: Amber Heard and Elon Musk Cuddle Up During First Public Outing

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XaW Files and the greenYgrey decade has been about female empowerment, where needed, and fighting against grooming and enslavement. That is why Marc Latham has been ethically celibate.

Women: don’t let your men or fellow women tell you otherwise!

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Should Our Queen Abdicate?

Be were (sic): This blog may contain royal family and celebrity models parody comedy.

Royal family histories are known for their intrigue, often involving parents and siblings. Our Queen, Kate Moss, already has two princesses, Princess Kate and Deserving Princesshood Cressida, and now Queen Kate’s half-sister Lottie seems ready to throw her hat into the ring; or should that be mitten…

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… with current beau Alex Mytton seeming to send a clear greenYgrey message in this image:

Russell Brand Revolution to Red Nose Day and the Westminster Attack

It was ironic that Russell Brand was leading Red Nose Day last night in the week that Westminster was attacked, after he launched his big publisher and bookstore publicity Revolution a couple of years ago, with Anonymous thinking he was leading them to a proper political revolution, including the kind of violence seen in the 2011 riots.

And the BBC is still wondering why the latest attack happened!

Sorry, if I haven’t been emotional enough about it, but I have been warning about it for 15-20 years… and been ignored… unlike Brand, who seems to do no wrong in the eyes of our national broadcasters’ gatekeepers!!

P.S. For one-dimensionals, I’m not saying Brand was personally involved in the Westminster attack, I’m just saying that his part in Multicultural Fascism created the cultural, political and ideological climate that could have pushed the murderer towards the attack he did.

P.P.S. I’m not criticising charity either, and hope good causes get as much money as possible.

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!


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 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.


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:


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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Valentine Love 18: Jason and Laura Kenny Bikes gYgPOP Baby Photo

It was great to see Laura and Jason Kenny announce their first baby with a great gYgPOP photo: at twilight time with bikes and countryside providing plenty of greenygreyness:

Laura Trott, as she was known then, was a star of this website through some Posh Trotty comedy wordplay three years and two days ago. Thrilled to see she’s achieved much more since, and is in a happy loving relationship which is set to become bigger and happier soon.

Here they are in person, at their wedding last September, in a more traditional greenYgrey setting photo, with a hint of PinkyOrangePurple in the flowers, plants and hair background:

Laura Trott and Jason Kenny wedding 

I’m sure there are some lovely voles nearby!:

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Valentine Love 14: Rose and Roses for Unknown greenYgreyer

They say God works in Mysterious Ways and the same’s true of the Goddess. Yes, she’s certainly thrown everything but the kitchen sink at me, but I’ve made it to the 14th hour (in California! and that time zone north and south), of the 14th day (of the second month), of the 14th year (if we count 2003 as the first year).

Remembering Fallen Characters

The 14-14-14 reminded me of war remembrance in the U.K. having 11 as its symbolic number: the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. So I thought I could do a respectful pastiche, while also remembering any real great greenYliens who didn’t make it to this time, and characters such as Quentin Tarwolfino and Chris Packwolf, who didn’t make it back from the XaW world; and Kalbarri Barry Bottlenose Dolphin, in Oz. Here’s a gYgPOP rose containing a bit of everything colour wise.

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Unknown greenYgreyer Lovely Coincidence

I took this photo of my computer screen supplied by Microsoft months before I decided to call the two months from November 21st to January 21st the MIST (Midwinter Ideal Sunrise Times) months.


I don’t know when the photo was taken, but the misty morning seems apt. Maybe Derren Brown would say it subliminally influenced my MIST creation?

14 Years of Deep Thought and Creative Writing

The 14 theme of today also reminded me of the Guns N’ Roses song 14 Years, which was on my favourite LP side of all time after it was released, the first of Use Your Illusion 2. The song’s meaning is unknown according to Wikipedia, with neither the writers, Stradlin or Rose, having had a relationship of that length at the time. It could have been influenced by their relationship, or be a general objective song about relationships.

If it has any relevance to my 14 years of greenYgrey, it is not for the great greenYgreyliens and positive people, but the Double Negatives, and those who get everything wrong, or just don’t like it without even thinking. If you feel you are one of the people most criticised, and aren’t too bad a person, then you are better than those who should be liking it because it’s mostly supportive of you, but there’s some things you don’t like about it… or that I don’t give you all my support, credit and money!