Rem Cherokees!

Saturday 1:30 p.m.
Along the trail, there's a hidden cave
And we can watch them Cherokees
Go galloping by!
(From Two Wheels on My Wagon And I'm Still Rolling Along!)

Aar, Jim lad! We'll have to stay away from the "ars" for a bit in case the discerning devices are trawling the blogosphere looking for tell tale signs of moi.

Are you being pursued by schoolgirls, Hotboy? And when was it not always thus, Jack?

How liberating it is going to be to be untraceable, unattributable and with an absolutely irrefutable "It's nothing to do with me, man. Just fung off!"

It took me half an hour to get into this posting spot (what is the bloody new password, etc.?), so I might as well post.

The position of moi in this bloggy is one of as complete a scepticism as I can muster. You have to be sceptical about scepticism, as Bertrand Russell said, to be thoroughgoing in this. Although sometimes ... like when I've taken vajrayana empowerments ... I'd had to try to suspend my disbelief in order to get into the act, I'm basically sceptical about all jujus, but a pragmatist when it comes to experiential mysticism. I don't want anyone telling me to believe in anything. I want to see what works.


Accounts of this may still be extant at this wonderful bloggy if the causes of its impending demise have dissipated.

Apart from the random spam robots, creatures from Outer Space, and Masai Warriors, the only folk I expect to be coming to this bloggy are Ion, Sandy, Somebody, The Sensei and Reverend, Mingin' and Albert the Bavarian. The great thing about having this new bloggy is that I can be more honest about such things as my drug consumption, etc. I don't want anyone ever to think I'm the slightest bit a holy joe, and I don't like hypocrisy at all!

What about your drug consumption then, Hotboy? I'm just a guy who can't say no, Jack. For about ten years up until last year, I was eating about two ounces of soapbar a month. That's about £200 worth, at the inflated prices I have to pay for not living in the schemes. What is soapbar, Hotboy? Soapbar, Jack, is a concoction of hash oil, rubber, plastic, earth and things you don't even want to know about. It's made in big boiling vats in the Netherlands and punted to the poor folk, or those like me who don't know anyone or any better. Usually, due to financial constraints, I only eat about an ounce of it a month these days.

Also, for the past two years, up until last November, I was drinking practically every night, usually fabulous wheat beers, but due to the same financial constraints sometimes I resorted to barrels of home brewed beer. Yummy! But it's Saturday today and I haven't had a drink since Tuesday and times are changing.

Anything on the good side you'd like to tell us, Hotboy? Well, Jack, I take prodigious amounts of exercise for a fat old man. I'm fifty six and probably just over twelve stone at the moment. I was just over eleven stone about fifteen months ago, but I then jiggered my knee (it's better now) and put on a stone of wheat beer during the convalescence. That has to go down over the next six weeks!

Nearly three years ago, I gave up working full time due to be unable to stand it any longer and now work part time. As soon as I gave up the full time jobbie, I started writing a short novel about bliss, which satirised the kind of education working class kids can expect in this bourgeois town, or any other town in Britain for that matter. Much to my surprise, I almost immediately got a literary agent for this book. From what I gathered speaking to this joe on the phone last week, he still wants to keep this novel on his books, and it goes out along with a list of such like things every month along with the newer stuff he's handling, but no one is holding their breath for it anymore.

Skinny McDuck, my nephew, was telling me how much he liked it yesterday. He read it at one sitting which is always good. Said it was a pageturner, which made me laugh. When my six weeks holiday is over, I'll begin re-writing one of my previous efforts ... because that's what I do. I've got an agent to look at it and I've got enough money to pay my bills, so everything is good there.

I have a very good basis over the next six weeks of my summer holidays to deepen and develope my experience of bliss, rapture and the ecstasies concommitant with practising the great vajrayana, the juju of jujus! And that's what this blog should really be about.

May all sentient beings be happy ... unless they fung with me in which case they're going to get the holy shit scared out of them if I've got anything to do with it! We've got a bit to go then, Hotboy. It's always a work in progress, Jack. What else could it be?