Pandemonium....

 It's a bloody weird world for sure ...I've always found the tongue in cheek style nuance of some of Bob Dylan's abstract songs comforting in the past ....

A stable home environment, a loving and lovable little pet to care for  ... Ideally some company ( though that avenue just seems frought with perils to me ) 

A good walk in a nice place , some worthwhile labours , a decent meal and a decent night's sleep ... That's the best way I've found of keeping relatively sane, even when you feel like you have inadvertently wandered into a bob Dylan scenario ... Ride it out best you can and muster some respite at the end of it ....whenever that may be or whatever that may look like .... 

Now I'm relatively easy to please and by and large I'll let a lot of things slide but at the moment I've got my heels in the ground and I do think that it's a notable observation ...

I put out a little note into the internet ether the other day - regarding a few messages that I kicked out on the 6th of march to various members of the Plymouth city council ...concerning some unresolved issues we've had between us for a decade 

In-between some much disputed trees got cut down in the middle of the night ...

Despite the lengthy petition and faux public consultation processes that the admirable local STRAW - save the trees armada way we're able to rouse the trees were indeed hastily cut down in the middle of the night in a very rash action - fortunately a last minute injunction was issued and saved several if the trees before they had completed the works 

After which , Tory councilor Bingley issued a very  public and wordy resignation letter after a rather timely vote of no confidence by the limited opposition to the motion , in his public resignation Mr Bingley made some very notable references , I shared it at the time but it seems to have been removed from social media to the point of original source - vanished ....

The local political candidates are all clamouring for a piece of validity now that this environmental campaign has gone national and trying desperately to align themselves with the ' grass roots ' uprising

I notice that the funding commission in charge of the charities allocated budgets to tackle homelessness within the south west are to have Thier expenditures investigated - and low and behold it turns out that Cornwall county council won't be running an election for a mayoress in the end after all 

Whatever is currently coalescing out of the remains of Plymouth city council has come out with an antagonistic verbal attack on the leader of the STRAW campaign ( at least you get aknowledged - they are dodging me like proper bastards - that's alright lads nothing to see here - but that's ok we are used to that these days ) 

 

Since and subsequently, the girl I was madly in love with ran off with my rabbit - leaving me holding a few loose threads ...and a lot of bloody questions ...

And not for the first time ...

My first wife and I had a rather Rocky relationship - for various reasons but our culminative resolutions to go our own ways  were always at a time when I was in dispute with Plymouth city council .... I jokingly suggested at the time that because my mother in law at the time was a bit of a nightmare and liked shiny things that Plymouth city council had gotten to her ....

A beautiful and energetic young lady I was going to sail to Portugal with - actually ended up in the sunflower women's centre after insisting I was a terrible human being even  after I managed to resolve a housing dispute that Plymouth city council had abandoned their duty of care - just a small part of a hell of a situation during the pandemic - 

Despite the fact that she literally deliberately and vindictivly tried to ruin my career ( such as it is ) in a fantastically dramatic fashion with all manner of fabulous claims ...  Leaving me quite literally flabbergasted and completely shaken    I do still wish her well ,despite ...whatever the hell happened there and in fact , for a long time I was genuinely harrowed by what my misdemeanor might have been .... It came to light of course and was suitably dispelled , but bloody hell the word narcissistic is used these days like witch in days of old ....

And last but not least ....I organize a series of media driven exhibitions with my young lady friend and set the wheels in motion to get a little bit of an edge to an otherwise tiring exhibition circuit - a little bit political but just enough sass and some nice product to be able to carry the day , even in this dire economy 

And low and behold - I stick my head above the parapet and once again - vanished - how the hell you take a man's rabbit when you leave him on his birthday .....jeeez , that's proper bob Dylan weird afternoon merging right into a blues song of its own making .

 I like to leave my door open - I think it's a nice way to live , but for two damn weeks after that scale of betrayal I was locking the door ...for about those same two weeks there seemed to be a conspicuously small black bag left by my front door ... It took a lot of strength and quite a few days to make sure there wasn't a rabbit in there ... Jeeezuz , I know the internet and bitter old mother in law's are full of great advise about all manner of things ( but all of this online advise about - red flags - narcissistic mothers - narcissistic partners - borderline personality disorders - autism - dyspraxia - psychopaths - this insistence to completely shut out all communication - what if your not dealing with a correct diagnosis what if a misguided menopausal nightmare has completely misinterpreted a scene , based on a few internet videos and a government issued checklist and suddenly started pronouncing this and that ....WITCH !!  - then you are just being fucking cruel .... And maybe diplomacy would just be a better way to go in future ...

But again I'll reiterate , despite my misgivings and the damage these liasins have had in my faith in humanity .....  All good girls, im glad to have known all three  ... But you know I do have to wonder 

In fact There is a common meme going around I think - something along the lines of " when you find out the love of your life was just a CIA operative trying to derail you from your lifelong mission to destroy the government " 

...  Is that like a legit thing ? Or are there loads of people out there all having weird bob Dylan style afternoons , evenings , weeks , months and even years as mine seem to be quite recurring - despite my genuine desire to hang up my interest in the world of digital likes political engagement and nonsense  for a chilled middle age ....