C 2

I haven't had a cold for at least ten years. And it is nearly thirty years since I went to a doctor with an ailment; he asked 'what do you want me to do for you?' and I am now cured of doctors. I think my successful avoidance of the surgery is because I don't eat much in the way of cow products; someone once told me that milk as we usually know it would fatten a baby optimised for that liquid, at about 8kgs a day, and if we must insist on consuming milk derived products we should milk something more in the weight range of ourselves, like a sheep or a goat. Since then, at often enormous inconvenience, I have sought out and only consumed a little of the best in goat and sheep cheeses, an experience, now I am living in Europe, that approaches the sublime. A friend has just been staying nearby at his holiday house; he was quite unwell, and didn't benefit much from the break. He always leaves us his surplus perishables, and this time several cheeses were included. Now I don't know how long it takes you to cotton on to what tastes good, but we forced ourselves to eat a little of these 'luxury cheeses' every day, and the immediate increase in output from the mucous department tells us the benefit (?) of 'flavour' is not enough to justify ruining the body's balance. We are back to a really subtle Italian goat cheese, and a sheep fetta, and the nose is drying out as I write; not a cold; its just like putting a litre of diesel in your petrol tank; the car still runs but the exhaust is worse.... and our friend does not repond to the advice; he's determined that what he is told is good for him, from the mainstream noise machine that life can become if you let it, is what he'll rest with; regrettably he's having a bigger job resting than he deserves. I think homo sapiens are a little more basic than the TV ads suggest; try shaving with the opposite of the noise; I've now been shaving successfullly with the cheapest throwaway shaver since 1988; that's 19 years of single blade, economical, throwaway after one month (yes, I get a month) shavers, and the enormous fortune I've amassed via this economy allows me luxuries like the cheapest Coenzyme Q10 moisturiser I can find, for my fair complexion thanks to a Dutch mother and the consumption of only the finest cooking chocolate - unsullied by those nefarious flavour enhancers that chocolate NEVER needs, and a really nice Argan oil skin tonic (from internet, Fair Trade and all), and I don't for a moment believe a five bladed shaver with a battery in it has a place in my life OR yours, but someone is paying for those ads between the boys' favourite TV shows....... So when will you work it out? Nuff said.

B 2

Just having a morning coffee break and Queen from our immense 'bibliotheque' gives us 'Radio Ga Ga', and how long ago was that? We listen but don't hear? What does it take to make you hear? Al Gore, a wannabee politician/hero gets the Nobel Prize? The BBC is 'restructuring for the 21st century' and culling heaps of staff, to produce what? A whole fucking nation owns the BBC, and for the best part of a century it has done an excellent job; what pack of finely dressed suits is laying that trip on that nation? And what does anyone care? I had to rely on a BBC transmission from thousands of miles away to be informed of the most important news of my life, and now with the fucking useless satellite coverage, fucking noise/pollution/broadcast TV/radio, and the rest of the crap communications we are sucking up as fast as our vacant heads can suck, (short break?) I'm running out of brain power to remember just where I was; we are going to lose possibly the last decent source of sensible information supply. Who cares? Well, with all this internet connectivity we wallow in, how about surprising me and communicating severally, forcefully and promptly to get these knife hands at the BBC to back off. And to cap a thoroughly flattening day, I watched the technological wonder of an unprecedented amount of remote, overhead camera coverage of an extremely mediocre rugby final, where, thankyou wizards of the remote camera mentality, I was successfully removed from identifying who (you know, faces?) was doing what (yay, slow rotation of the camera, yay!) and it must have cost a bomb. Yeah, 21st century Bozos. (Are you proud of them? Do you enjoy that kind of irrelevant investment in worthless technology?) Nuff said.