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- So some guys had the really freaky idea that we should love one another
- Jesus!
- 'Judge not that ye be not judged'
- Goo
- The way we were: Anglican England
- 'Avatars of living grace'
- Ditching the theology of love
- Reality >
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- Moi
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'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
- Otting
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- It's like this, Doc >
- Medicine: the continuing joke
- 'By Tummel and Loch Rannoch'
- The laughing-stock of the civilized world
- And be damned to you
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- Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
- Blair: the icing on the cake
- Expecto patronam
- Scarlet battalions
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- Back to the freaking juniper-tree (1)
- Back to the freaking juniper-tree (2)
- Our grandfather who art in heaven (though I doubt it), Howard be thy name
- So you have a problem with my family, fucker?
- 'Jew-Communists'
- Margaret, my great-grandmother, an Irish tart
- The FUQs
- Dear Wannabe Nemesis
- Shall we try again, Bobbles my sweet?
- Evil
- Dixi (that's Latin, you know, Father)
- The cultural use of the lamp-post
- A home from home
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- All times are now (2)
- For Katie: All times are now (3)
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- Non serviam
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Gallery
- And be damned to you
- Catholic Encyclopaedia 1912: Obedience
- Voltaire and Jesus
- Tertullian, Women in Canon Law (1912) and Mulieris Dignitatem (1988)
- Padding through the Vatican archives
- The Vatican State
- Extra ecclesiam nulla salus: go to hell, go directly to hell, do not pass 'Go'
- A short history lesson
- A phrase-book for monkey-nuts
- Summary: the abode of the loon
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Translations from Voltaire (mine): Concerning the Church of England
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- Bukharin and Preobrazhensky: Communism and Religion
- Translations from Voltaire (mine): Freedom of Thought
- Translations from Voltaire (mine): Transubstantiation
- Thomas Paine: The Age of Reason
- Lenin: Socialism and Religion
- Marx: 'So much for the social principles of Christianity'
- The Horcruxes and the illusion of power
- 'And death shall have no dominion'
- Led Zep: Kashmir
- Buddhist meditation music: Zen Garden
- Karula
- Summary: the love way or the power way
- Flashtest
- The worst university in the country
- Just finishing off, Dolores
- Miss Smila's feeling for snow
- Death of an expert witness
- Interesting, those trips to Moscow
- 'His single hand portrayed it'
- Of course no-one pays any attention to poets
- The desire of the moth for the flame
- The Hospital
- The ghost in the machine was riled
- I am the very model of a medical practitioner
- I am the very model of a modern faith apologist: reprise
- I am of course reminded of a little list (of a little list)
- In the garden with Mummy when the Nine turned up
- Grow the fuck up, comrades
- Thin red line
- 'The Party', 'The Regiment'
- Once upon a time there was a big red giant
- Britain's not very secret weapon
- The headlines
- The waning of the age of aquarium
- Letter to MI5: Playing The Patriot Game
- Those in peril on the sea
- The Patriot Game (song)
- Country matters: 'Elf and Safety
- The Matter of Britain
- Marianne
- Riders on the storm with soundtrack
- The rat-catchers
- 'And gentleman in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs'd...'
- The evidence no-one asks for
- England
- My father when young 2
- A few of my books
- The Intelligent Woman's Guide to Socialism and Capitalism
- Barry's book-plate (evil grin)
- Barry: 'demob' if only from the MOI and redeployment at JWT
- Barry: publishing contracts with Curtis Brown
- Barry's funeral service
- Family album
- Barbara's 100th birthday
- And Nigel's funeral: read by Saul on the whale-backed Downs
- Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
- Class mum lives in a field with Dinge: the intellectual Left
- Within you, without you
- Because the world is round, it turns me on
- More Lattic and other incredibly cool stuff
- Hass and Venga
- The Lover of Jalaluddin Rumi and some things you never wanted to know about translation
- Love IS the law
- Shahriar's sites for sore eyes
- Islamic art and civilization
- Abu Nuwas
- Fisking Warsi
- Harry's Place v. Scumbag College
- Henrietta wondered if HP was too soft on Sparte-Smythe
- Koorosh Modarresi of the Worker-Communist Party of Iran
- Rumy Hasan of the Birmingham Socialist Alliance
- Sharia socialists
- ComSymp, ShariaSymp: plus ca change....
- Illustrations of the Rubaiyat
- Hell, objectively speaking: St Catherine of Genoa
- Joe Stote
- Katy Kianush
- 'Brothers, if you hear...'
- L'Internationale
- A Lioness's Quest
- The Battle of Evermore
- Rosa Luxemburg
- Love in a time of cholera
- TEKEL: Religious, guys? Doesn't that mean shit?
- Please do not feed the god. He really doesn't appreciate it.
- Instead of God eating people, people eat God. Seems a good swap
- Herstory
- Ultramontanism
- Multiverse defined by the sexual equipment of the human male
- Civis romana sum?
- Sunday School, 1913: 'THE GATES WILL BE OPEN TO ALL MANKIND'
- Huxley
- Consciousness 101
- Jesus Christ the apple-tree
- WE DO NOT KNOW
- Trial before Pilate
- 'For the sake of the nation, this Jesus must die!'
- Much how I feel about doctors and other forms of intellectual pollution in the University, really
- Jesus, a human being
- By all means get us wrong, Father
- 'They turned to Rome to sentence Nazareth'
- Buddhism: frightful threat to the Church, you know
- Dharma the Cat and the Barefoot Doctor
- Non-duality
- Exo, eso, balance, Balrogs et le Parti Communiste Francais 1939-1945
- ComSymp, ShariaSymp: Fit the Second
- Printing and the Reformation
- Glossary
- Early chess: more, er, gentlemen (and ladies)
- The Crusades: it's good to look at dates
- Richard and Saladin: perspectives
- Richard and Saladin: perspectives
- Nathan the Wise
- Portly and the Piper at the Gates of Dawn
- Otters return to Thames (maybe)
- The Ottery, TW9
- Spring: rain and shine
- Problems with numeracy: cardinals, generals and rock 'n' roll
- Franny and Zooey
- The tail does not wag the dog
- Try again? I think not: finale
- How many deaths does it take till they know that too many British Muslim women have died
- Who killed Banaz
- Sexism, racism, Islamophobia, Marxophobia and a rather interesting school
- Aaargh! The Terrible Tonge-Monster!
- Just hammering the stake a little further in
- A second English Civil War: women against women
- The vorpal sword goes snicker-snack
- You were saying...
- Of course I've slain the bloody Jabberwock
- Chapter One - Stalinism is just so yesterday
- The rightful heir, the usurper and the usurper's bloody wife
- Wiping excrement off the sole of one's boo
- Fascism victorious, gloating and spurious - for the moment, certainly
- Six counties (sob, the horror of it) lie under John Bull's tyranny
- Calling Lord Haw-Haw
- Cool Britannia
- 'Hell is just as properly proper as Greenwich or as Bath or Joppa'
- 'Any old iron, any old iron, any, any old iron...'
- The Front Line
- Taking it from the top...
- Happy birthday to m
- Extract from The Anile Heir including Lattic
- My body my self
- Culluket, Kastanessen and of course Coulter
- The Girl Who Talked to Otters
- Notes, some of which are Caroline's
- Our revels now are ended
- Pallas Athene
- More notes
- Pan pipes - conclusions - allegory
- Shit, man, they won't even state their problem in the Agora
- Those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad
- Poetry in motion
- Ain't no use in looking down!/Ain't no discharge on the ground!
- Queen - We will rock you!
- Queen - Killer Queen
- The wrong shaped body, inferior product
- What a friend they have in evil, all their sins and griefs to bear
- In sum
- 'Building a remedy for Kruschev and Kennedy'
- Classic Islamoballs (and of course pure Stalinism)
- Deja vu
- Really, there are more important things to think about....
- Sleeping Pan by InertiaK
- Hymn to Pan by Faun
- Pan pipes
- Dirty old men
- For Katie: 'And death shall have no dominion'
- The Stone Table cracked
- 10 intellectual frauds of the orthodox religious and their slaves
- A Miracle of Exmoor: a Christmas masque
- WE DO NOT KNOW
- Intelligent women
- 'Tales of brave Ulysses'
- Coursera
- Free
- Milburn
- A fifth column
- Ain't there nuffink wrong with my back, apes?
- Gunfight at OK Corral
- Gunfight at OK Corral: the movie
- Harmonica and Frank
- Captain's Log: Star-Date Whatever
- Women, the US election, the President of the United States and other cool stuf
- The fury of a woman who has been raped
- "Are all American officers so ill-mannered?"
- The grand-daughter of not-quite-the-founder of the Labour Party
- Meanwhile...the lamp-post
- 'Sarat's little joke': the Economic Liaison Officer to the Anile Throne
- Where have all the SovSymps gone, long time passing...
- Roots and reductionism
- 'At anchor here I ride...'
- 'Against all things ending'
- New Page
- Verstehen Sie?
- Memoirs of London medicine
- 28th August 2010
- Irreducible evil
- Irreducible evil
- Just for you: Anthea Turner - and the python
- Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them
- Just call me Serafina Pekkala, or possibly Lady Godiva
- A few reminders
- More? You want more?
- Grand finale
- It even has a pretty cover
- Bambi
- C'est nous qu'on ose mediter/De rendre a l'antique esclavage!
- A reminder of who is Marianne
- Voici Noel!
- Vicar of Bray
- Spanish Ladies
- Meanwhile back in Scilly....Song of the Western Men
- Twenty years behind enemy lines
- Family tree
- Pavarotti: Little Drummer Boy
- Walking in the air
- 'So you think you can love me and spit in my eye/So you think you can love me and leave me to die'
- Aw, come on, Doc, you're such an academic
- Je suis allee voir dans sa tete
- 16 chants de Noel
- 16 chants de Noel
- Talking of sheep...
- The distancing of Jesus from the churches
- So this is how it is to be
- And....And Stafford....And
- A limp prick and no balls
- Excuse me while I dress my hair with vine leaves
- Excuse me while I dress my hair with vine leaves
- Other notes
- Other notes
- Blair
- No?
- 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?' Pt One
- 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?' Pt Two
- If you're going to Acton Vale, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
- The truth about medicine
- Getting nowhere fast
- Bird in the bloody wilderness
- As I have so tiresomely repetitively said
- Untitled
- That which sustains
- Therefore, Vice-Chancellor
- The lies they tell and the drivel they spout
- Rising above the evil reptilian kitten-eaters
- We too do not do cowering
- What the papers say
- The closed (sealed/wounded/stunted/practically non-existent) mind
- Dust and sparkles: child of Dust and Light and Lenin
- Just screaming
- More ridiculous womanish screaming
- Look, children, do look, it's a Five-Year Plan
- Fictionally speaking...The House that Keir built
- The heavy mob moves in: "We're Ancient Greeks. We do reason. And of course democracy."
- What did New Labour achieve?
- Apollo speaks
- Physician, heal thyself - or not
- Wholly unnecessary footnote
- Ah, the dirty underbelly of medicine
- Artemis' arrows
- Dear Apollo, I think the mind-itch needs to be stronger
- A few hymns
- Rhinoceros!
- Begging them to sue me for 15 years
- 'Now that I lie here/My body all holes/I think of the traitors/Who bargained and sold'
- Of course, if anyone has a spare atom bomb
- Whatever it takes
- Shit on the sole of my boot
- Shit on the sole of my boot
- You will see me dead rather than support me
- Vultures waiting for the flesh that dies
- Would you like to see the state of my mattress?
- 'When you've shouted "Rule, Britannia!"...
- 'I vow to thee, my country...' Aw, come on, you know it makes your skin crawl
- The Fixers
- The prince, the cardinal, the duke, the politician and the professor
- The Enforcers
- Me charm. You just strange
- So what exactly am I saying here?
- Pussy Riot: Yet another day in the destruction of Ivana Denisovich
- Untitled
- Pussy Riot (2): no pasaran
- Just smile for the camera, fuckers
- PANTHER: the animations, though not yet the videos
- Theme music
- So-o-o
- Just a stupid woman screaming
- Just a reminder of the Miracle of Exmoor
- Mess with the best. Die like the rest
- The essential paradigm
- No-one wants me to survive. No-one wants me to succeed
- "Are you still laughing, Sarat?"
- You have heard of the University, Doctor?
- PANTHER: The Manual, out now on Scribd
- Going back to work tomorrow
- The gift of speech
- Point counterpoint
- To cut a long story short, therefore
- To cut a long story even shorter
- A few things you need to note
- Death rather than dishonour
- In brief, therefore
- Start of first draft - what do you think of it so far?
- Let me tell you a story, Jackanory, Jackanory...
- Phase II
- Thus we see the great esteem in which London medicine holds the University
- Washed down the drain
- Raped, butchered, destroyed means what?
- "I invoke Artemis"
- I invoke Artemis (II)
- The closing-down sale. Everything must go
- Murder by remote control
- Insufferable
- Befehl ist Befehl
- Order of play
- The Broadmoor annexe
- I say, don't they shoot collaborators?
- You pay them
- Dear British Public
- Graphically speaking.....
- I have taken a lead
- Endsum
- The good news and the bad news
- The education suitable to the masses prescribed by the C19th industrialist, therefore
- 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?/Medicine: the joke
- I shit on you daily
- It is fact
- A new continuum...Watch this space not
- Lady Sybil's swamp-dragons (footnote to the above)
- The Age of Aquarius
- But of course your usual Christmas present, little sick-bags
- 'Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before'
- There's just one huge and enormous difference, isn't there
- Shall we just highlight that bit?
- Untitled
- Untitled
- Off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz
- Untitled
- 'Don despicable, don of death' Could I leave it out?
- Finish with a summary of the facts
- Roll bloody up for the greatest show on earth
- Just thought to start to make a couple of videos
- Killer Queen
- It is concluded
- A short note
- I need help
- Get out of my university, animals
- Bluestockings
- Oh, when is this going to end?
- Go for it, fuckers, go for it
- Fnords, Jesus and the gerund
- Corsin and coradium
- TAH: Chapter One
- The cancer that is medicine
- The Petri dish
- Hanging them is good. Exposing them is better
- Lattic....
- Female = non-person
- That which sustains reprise
- Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
- Non, c'est pas ca
- Quod erat demonstrandum
- To move on, therefore
- So there you have it
- The script
- Ars longa vita brevis
- PANTHER: the movie
- Animal Farm: the midden
- The word is psychopath
- If you prefer, a septic tank
- And the rest
- Twin cores
- Graecia capta ferum victorem cepit
- Here the matter rests at present
- So just what is this bloody nonsense?
- My knowledge of Photoshop has increased by leaps and bounds
- Question One
- Words and pictures
- Etched in acid
- Dear fucking world
- More
- Caniba and Hokabi
- I think - class (Lancashire A, puh-lease, rhymes with gas)
- What is the point of what you are saying? What is it intended to achieve?
- PANTHER was created in 2008
- Happy Samhain
- Profound concern
- The Road to the Isles
- And of course Andy Stewart
- 'Banks on every finger'
- Don't tread on me
- A Miracle of Exmoor: a Christmas masque
- Untitled
- Pretty much a classic, wouldn't you say
- Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them (2)
- There is no reasoning with them
- A little give and take
- Extraordinary irresistible find
- Music
- So there it is, part solution, mostly not
- Reprise: 'Are you still laughing, Sarat?'/Medicine: the joke
- Mireille
- Espèce de pute!
- Etched in stone
- Hate Fal the most?
- Or Shav?
- Or is it Dill?
- Or is it Dill?
- Reminder: Ars longa vita brevis
- Reminder: PANTHER: the movie
- 'If you cannot make up rhymes/There are always the columns of The Times'
- Jarring blast: letter to my father 19th February 2012
- Vermin made simple
- You were saying
- And so, dear MI5, dear Labour Party, dear University...
- I who might as well be fucking dead
- Death rather than dishonour
- Strands
- Dolls on music-boxes wound up by a key
- Beyond death
- You can fit a lot into a five-minute video
- Je suis Charlie
- Marble Arch? The Brandenburg Gate? The Colosseum?
- Sort of cross between Athena and Artemis, really
- OK, lemme be rational
- Meanwhile...
- Meanwhile...
- As if: cui bono?
- Dark satanic mills
- Work in progress
- Welcome to sewer NHS
- Over my dead body
- Beam them up to the Great Prick in the Sky
- So there it is, part solution, mostly not
- That which sustains finale
- Messing about on the River: Lattic, Sarat and Shavli too
- Christ, it's a mad monkey
- Lots of nuffink
- Led Zep: Kashmir (2)
- The pillars of the West/By all means get us wrong, Father
- Evil reptilian kitten-eater
- Cockroach Protection League
- Happy Easter
- The very models of a medical practitioner
- The Act of Desecration
- No is the answer. What is the question? Loony alert, therefore
- The Grand Plan
- Go for it
- Waste of oxygen
- Prologue
- Intermezzo
- Just the time for a brief reminder
- Mess with the best - die like the rest
- Wailings of sick Trots not
- Heavy metal
- 'Allow me to introduce myself...'
- Freddie and Peter
- How to depict one of the most powerful men in the world
- Moog
- Anyone for tennis?
- Hair
- Hairier?
- Hairiest?
- Untitled
- Python and Allen
- Prepared for any eventuality
- Bad moon rising with soundtrack
- Riders on the storm with soundtrack
- 'Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before' encore une fois
- Not one foul animal among them will uphold freedom and democracy
- Flower power
- Meanwhile there's really only one song for Ardeshna (and Blair)
- Thin red line - the third of the set
- PANTHER: the movie - nealy there
- Do you like my channel art?
- Couple more soundbites to choke on
- Home movie
- Damaged goods
- How is Virginia these days?
- The Hunger Games
- Now on YouTube
- Second vid
- The Mutts
- The Mutt Pit
- The video I shall make
- Kindly therefore display all the wit, creaivity, intellect, education and intelligence you don't have
- The last picture show
- Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
- Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
- Faun: Unda. To that which sustains, we can add...
- The Last Picture Show 2: female eunuchs
- In tg
- New Page
- New Page
- New Page
- In
- In the heat of the night
- In the heat of the night
- Not a complicated image
- Vermin
- 'It is a slave's lot thou describest, to refrain from uttering what one thinks'
- Won't that be fun, Fitter?
- New Page
- Nous sommes tous P:aris
- Meanwhile back at the ranch
- You may remember the Squelch?
- DIXI
- I laugh at you daily
- The end
- Fuck your lies, your cowardice, your hypocrisy, vermin
- Got it all sewn up
- I am Dill
- PANTHER: the movie - a reminder
- And of course the manual
- They deploy
- New Page
- Traitors and would be murderers
- And the other video
- Yes, there are, aren't there.
- Zopiclone
- Hell
- No answer is a very clear answer
- For Katie: All times are now (1)
- For Katie: The Lord of the Dance
- For Katie and m: The heart will go on
- If it's the last thing I ever do, whcih I suppose it might well be
- My fine body twisted, all battered and lame
- Reflections
- For Katie: The trumpet shall sound
- For Katie: Hallelujah Chorus
- For Katie
- The service
- Reading from 'Burnt Norton'
- Going Back
- or in other words
- I need help
- Time past and time future
- Tomorrow
- How many other lives have you destroyed?
- Arundel
- After such knowledge, what forgiveness
- Let it be said - it will be said
- Information governance
- So----
- Sitting in their tin cans far above the world...
- Another shit-filled weekend
- The Cull
- Society has the right to require of avery public agent an account of his administration
- The laughing stock
- 'Sing while you raise your bow...'
- Simple questions
- For fuck's sake they're all vermin
- Functionally illiterate
- Of no significance to me whatever
- The best story
- Mess with the best. Die like the rest
- The visible difference
- Drop the dead donkey: UCH imploding
- It remains the case
- Oh, and it remains the case
- What matters
- Salvat regina!
- Nancy Wake
- Nancy Wake 2
- 2016: your annual treat - A Miracle of Exmoor
- Dunscreaming (shortly, anyhow)
- Any normal person
- Malice
- Keep your loving brother happy
- Surprised by joy
- University Challenge
- Meanwhile back at the lamp-post
- Except to speak of the absolute horror
- And in particular
- Because I screamed I needed help
- QED
- Sredni Vashtar
- The wild and wacky world of the Waffen SS
- Think I'm a bloody servant, do you
- Irrationality
- Literate, literary, educated, intellectual England
- Refinements
- Doesn't the University see the joke?
- The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
- On the whole, I think....
- Ain't taking it from a woman
- A great and mighty wonder I'm still standing
- The zenith of human possibility
- ' pilot of the storm who leaves no trace'
- 'Sing while you raise your bow. Shoot straighter than before'
- In the face of the evidence
- Watch this space
- Brennt Paris?
- 'I vow to thee, my country...' Aw, come on, you know it makes your skin crawl
- Within you, without you - especially without you
- Ain't I got no respet
- Goose-stepping morons should try reading books not burning them
- The Matter of Kadun: physics and metaphysics
- Cartoons
- Over-arching significance not
- They just wouldn't list
- 'And now that I lie here/My body all holes'
- Photoshoot
- I saved about half the books
- I just don't understand
- Fnords
- Pigs in clover
- See you in hell, fuckers
- Attempted murder
- Bog-rats
- Person or persons unknown but very guessable
- All you need is love
- One more time
- More
- Depict them in bondage
- In sum, Mr Benn's questions
- 'Arnold Lane/Had a strange/Hobby...'
- '...Doors bang/Chain-gang...'
- Etx
- Shoot straighter than before
- My moon and my wand
- My college, my university
- Inevitable and not
- painfully slow on the uptake
- This too you may stuff up your arse
- And of course this
- Pout
- TTFN
- Wiping excrement off the sole of my boot
- A West End comedy, perhaps
- Fascism
- I really don't think so, no
- For Katie: He who would valiant be
- For Katie: He who would valiant be
- For Barry: Danny Boy
- Epitaph: it's your funeral
- Yea, though I work in the Land of the Valley of the Shadow of Death
- Do learn to read, Doctor
- The crooked road the English drunkard made
- By Oak and Ash and Thorn
- Can't un read plain words of English
- I get the gist, I surely do
- The world of perversion
- The Ottery has moved to the banks of the Arun
- Snapping my claws at the foeman''s chants
- Yes, the crash of the waves on the foreshore
- The even longer march of Everywoman
- You tried so desperately hard to destroy me
- Evil reptilian kitten-eaters
- The five most evil men in England
- Love does not drown in corruption)
- Like something out of Hieronymus Bosch
- Harry Secombe: The Old Rugged Cross
- The Drivellers
- Insolence is so very vexing, is it not
- Protected by the faith of my fore-fathers
- Lost causes
- Solid Soviet steel
- 1
- Murderous vermin who jeer at disability
- Clarity
- De profundis clamavi
- Reprise: Nancy Wake 2
- Generals gather in their masses...
- Cry foul and bloody murder
- Tumour
- New Page
- Ludicrous
- I think I said get me out of there
- This is not life
- All bets off, fuckers
- New Page
- Dearest darling Katie and Barry
- You think you impress me?
- Manners, ladies and gentlemen, puh-lease
- I suppose the exact charge would be
- No-o-o I don't thik you should forget about Lattic
- Boys having a bit of a larf
- I thnk, you know, dear Artemis...
- Sttill drooling, are you
- 'Thou shallt not suffer a witch to live.;
- My YouTube channel
- Education is what is left
- New Page
- To su
- To sum up
- The endless road traversed (nearly)
- It's a mandala, stupid
- Happy New Year
- Keep your loving brother happy
- Not with a bang but a whimper
- I, however, have outstanding questions
- Feline groovy
- Suitable cases for treatment
- I have spoken
- Nothing taxing to the sane
- I have of course the utmost...
- Doctors and nurses cannot cope with quantum physics
- Addended: Etched in acid and have been for years
- The psychology of medicine
- No outcry
- A very simple question
- To which task I shall now..
- RIP the Labour Party
- First things first
- I a woman
- The Howard lion
- Lest we forget: I don't
- New Page
- Pat me on the head and tell mee not to be a silly little girl
- I a woman of over 60
- A hanging matter
- The gross falsification of history
- 'The writers by their presence...'
- One more time just for the hell of it
- Lastly...
- The answer is no
- So that was the Universiity that was
- Hey you, get off of my cloud...
- Off. off, off of my cloud...
- A right waste of make-up
- So what?
- Footnotes to the above
- So where - ?
- What is the name of - and can't they - ?
- The glorious first of June
- Why has the door not been smashed down/?
- Your professors, Vice-Chancellor
- Anti-dialogue
- Shall we finish with a quick...
- They don't want the Jabberwock slain
- ABOVE THE LAW?
- So - I think -
- "Sentence first = verdict afterwards."
- DA and TM
- Post mortem
- Everywhere I go people are collecting bloody food
- how many people are on PAYE?
- I am naturallly reminded...
- Where was I?
- Where was I (2)?
- Welcome to the NHS
- Let's play doctors and nurses
- 'Senior members of the University'
- These are {{DOCTORS}}} and {{{NURSES}}}
- The girl who talked to otters
- How you hate intelligence
- And you always get away with it, don't you
- And you always get away with it, don't you
- The Hundred Flowers Movement
- New Page
- In one line
- Belloc, Apollo and May
- While readiing The Four Men
- Golgotha, place of a skull
- Troll toes
- So go for it
- PUT-DOWN
- New Page
- The required result
- Sex and mind
- Their mommas told them...
- Greece or Rome
- The new normal
- Isn't this interesting?
- New Page
- Ruthless vicious evil old men
- The charge is atteempted murder
- The C-List
- Q&A
- Ludicrous propositions
- Chained to the oars
- Footnotes
- 1095 and all that
- The Anglican garden
- Or of course a Kabbalist
- I have some time ago...
- Cult, Death-Eaters
- Not forgetting Nathan the Wise
- Cultural exchange
- And of course not forgetting...
- In short, in my young day...
- Contemplating this Matter of Kadun
- Nearly there
- I detect, therefore
- 'That government by the people, for the people, shall not perish from this earth.'
- Tingle
- Follow-up
- Cave-meen
- Not ancient history
- I have indeed graphically
- 'By their deeds'
- So maybe you'll also like this bit
- Just to be exact
- Which?
- Oh, all right, just for you
- Left something out, didn't I
- Didn't quite finish that off
- Ciletij
- Ritawa
- Shav and Zik
- The party
- Spetzi
- senoki
- Punching the pixels
- Reality
- More tails from the riverbank
- The Sarat and Maya Show
- Perverts
- If we may now...
- In short
- progress
- A national joke
- The Spetzi Effect
- Quanta
- Who owns me if I do not own myself? Reprise
- Who owns me if I do not own myself? Reprise
- Boys having a bit of a larf
- You really have....
- And they all just sit there
- So exactly what - ?
- Hostile fascist foreign powers
- Personal, very
- Rubber dolly
- Essentially
- Fana
- LLLLOLLLL
- Unnatural, innit
- It's over, monkeys, over
- You might learn something but probably not
- So now Blair will tell us all
- Spetzi and Qine
- RL
- Qine and Spetzi
- Fucktards united
- Capital
- Well, didn't I just hand myself the short straw
- Do they actually understand?
- Quotable quotes
- 3D printing
- Ah, but can you print fluffy cushions?
- Taking an intelligent interest
- Vaudos 1
- Vaudos 2
- Vaudos 2.75
- New Page
- Anniversary Waltz
- Automation: ostrich land
- The Kirit and Micaela Show
- New Page
- Cookery time
- What are they like!
- Until we meet on camera...
- And just because I know you love Homeric hymns
- New Page
- Dear Artemis, Athena, Apollo and Pan
- Baz and Paw on the loose in Van-Senok
- Back to the fermions
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
- A crude, vulgar, ugly, insolent, mad and evil little man
- RIP English Christianity
- And the outstanding question is...
- Foxes, fruit, fermions and fuck you where you breathe
- Varna's Wall
- Particularly working on
- From the Shrine to the Viledeen
- Spring
- Fisking Welby
- New Page
- And how is the great penis in the sky tonight?
- After-thoughts: don't forget Isis and her pal Sobek
- The cat I don't yet have
- The Greater and Lesser Lunacies
- To whom it may concern....
- New Page
- Frank
- Cock-suckers
- Should you not be a movie buff...
- Marked as property
- Questions, questions....
- You will publicly answer those questions
- And this was Margaret
- Reprise: Our grandfather who art in heaven (though I doubt it), Howard be thy name
- To remind you...
- England the poem
- Back to the Viledeen
- Come on, I just want you to...
- So this is the story
- New Page
- Theme from The Water Margin
- Turn off the bloody Horst Wessel Lied
- Is it -10 yet?
- Chesterton - and Belloc
- New Page
- So what have I proved?
- Mock you incessantly
- No problem, no problem at all
- They have only one interest
- Misa and ban-Razit
- Rowley and Saunders
- HARD WIRING
- Bad science
- Dereliction of duty here, comrades
- Taking it from the top..
- New Page
- Dot the i. Cross the t
- More Fal
- Maya's assassination
- So-o-o
- Well, hi there, Sar-fenan
- And the third reason
- Ysabel Belinda Felicity Jehan Howard
- 'And now that I lie here...'
- Ain't they really
- And so
- 'Of course she has to do this on her own.'
- Who the fuck are Bonnie and Clyde
- How the cards fall
- And don't forget Dill
- And Shav and Dill
- Squishy, Archchancellor: not a healthy diet
- Back to you, Sar-Fenan
- This is not a physics textbook
- e=mc2
- A NON-EVENT
- woo hoo
- Her story
- Oi, you, Sar-fenan!
- Bloody kitten-eaters
- HHGG 1
- HHGG 4
- HHGG 2
- Reprise: It reallly is...
- Dave Allen
- Some psycho schizoid freak
- So absolutely insolently irreducibly evil
- This site
- Under the block
- Do you not understand?
- Gee, it's so wonderful to know
- Parameters
- I might go so far as to say
- I might''ve finished losing my temper
- Archaeopteryx flew like a pheasant
- I am not a child. Children are under 16
- New Page
- Blair, Corbyn, WCPI
- Smile for the camera
- 'Labour'
- Nothing you won't surrender
- HTF do I hitch a lift to Betelgeuse?
- "We are the Daleks."
- Back as ever to the Viledeen
- Scream quietly or the neighbours will hear
- The products rejected out of hand
- ComSymp ShariaSymp Fit the Third
- How to defend England
- If you cannot get rid of the people who govern you...
- National Museum Wales
- Why is this continuing?
- My mission I seem to have been landed with
- Dixi
- Go it alone, suffer alone, what's new
- Deep breaths
- New Page
- Gratis
- Justt to complete the set
- About that grave
- Damn!
- About that clock
- Oh pilot of the storm that leaves no trace
- Last but by no means least
- After which
- Or in short
- Notification...
- I think perhaps tomorrow...
- C17th England
- Je suis comme je suis
- Whatever you do, take pride...
- Selfies
- There remains of course my mind
- If you failed to get the gist
- Alice's Left Hip Esquire
- Limp pricks and no balls
- New Page
- Never ask them to strip
- You, off my planet
- If they absolutely won't...
- Achilles' heel
- Oh just do begone
- No-one on Planet Normal
- Welcome to Labour's England
- Democracy...
- New Page
- Bringing back the dark
- The best story
- Is there one single point?
- To come up to date
- Evil
- The destruction of the intellectual basis of the free world
- The mad relations in the rafters
- Let this be my contentment
- Results
- None of which of course
- A purely indigenous evil
- Here the matter rests at present
- New Page
- New Page
- A toss-up
- Blair
- New Page
- Reality 105
- The wearing of the green
- Recently come to light
- Growly snarly wolf
- New Page
- Five years later...
- Bobbles
- OK, assume.
- A flight of fancy
- So long as we understand each other
- Footnote
- Fisking Warsi reprise
- Why was nothing done?
- Job well done, filth
- Being a galactic mail from me to Zaphod
- Beyond evil
- In the 61st minute of the final hour
- Doo-be, doo-be, do
- English Christianity until....
- New Page
- 'I AM KING AND GOD AND LAW#
- So I get this
- Bad mood
- Another book for you, Blair
- One should always write things down - in some form or another
- All cleared up in five minutes
- Of course I have worn such a hat
- Thus, bloody thus
- No pasaran
- I continued...
- You prefer Misa and Ban-razit
- The 3D printer in the town centre
- Labour's apotheosis
- Selling women by the pound
- Why, my own mother and father wouldn't recognize me
- And the punchline is
- Do just go and fuck yourselves
- Fruit Loop
- Only one interest
- The price of a woman's body
- Eris
- Just can't hear you
- VR
- Not as exciting as Hokabi
- 'Unfortunate'
- Oh look what they're saying about me
- Should one really not...
- I am intelligent.
- From the archives: fisking Warsi
- Do MPs entirely grasp what they're there for?
- Our servants not our masters
- New Page
- Or you could say the reverse
- The problem is that there is no problem
- Irrelevant
- From the archives: who killed Banaz
- From the archives: ooh, we are so sensitive
- From the archives: wondrous multiculturalism
- From the archives: Banaz' sister spoke out
- Neither right nor honourable nor gentlemen
- The carrion chorus
- And so
- New Page
- Can hear you from here, animal
- Forgot it at Christmas
- 'Blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain'
- So golly gosh
- And I laugh (2)
- What else can we talk about
- Thus
- Spare ribs
- Mene mene tekel upharsin
- And of course...
- Matthew 7: 3
- Blair
- This exchange
- Because it's a horrible way to die
- Peter
- Those convictions
- A purely pernicious twist
- The open mind
- They took away the post-its
- First part of Fal 2
- Sarat at the Shrine 1
- Sarat at the Shrine 2
- To continue...
- Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 1
- 2. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 2
- Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- Dill and this Matter of Kadun
- Of course
- Ridiculous and viie
- From the archives: obedience (1912)
- I should imagine...
- From the archives: And who kept this bubbling?
- From the archives: Voltaire on the CofE
- From the archives: Extra ecclesiam nulla salus
- From the archives: The Vatican archives 1
- From the archives: the Vatian archives 2
- From the archives: The Vatican archives 3
- 2000 years making most of it up
- Proud Archbishop of York conducts his own daughter's wedding ceremony
- New Page
- Nothing may be said. Nothing may be done.
- It seemed a good idea at th e time
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa reprise
- Aren't they gorgeous?
- A precedent has been set
- Something else for the animals to gloat over
- Let's play doctors and nurses
- Women beware women
- How best may we accommodate you, o master
- The Agora
- New Page
- Violence power coercion desecration
- BOURGEOIS MORALITY
- New Page
- Once more from the top
- So what do I think?
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2 2021
- Fal and Tet
- To conclude: to whom it may concern
- Sarat and Hass
- THis is what I look like, Vice-Chancellor
- Sonderkommando
- The balance of probability
- Can I keep this up for ever?
- How you hate intelligence 2
- Et freaking cetera
- Honestly, darling, that mantilla
- The prince, the duke, the cardinal, the politician and the professor
- The Fixers
- The Enforcers
- By the balls of Apollo!
- Cernunnos
- Burunda
- Solidarity
- About that new sofa I printed...
- A position it is entirely easy to understand
- Yes. Yes, you are ridiculous
- Yes. Yes, everything I have said about you is an understatement
- Meanwhile back at the ottery
- The flawed concept of Islamophobia
- Oh rats!
- The revolving door
- Ah yes, my future
- Explicit liber
- So now....
- Deep breaths
- Thanks awfully for the suggestion, old boy
- A list, therefore
- Previous reflections
- Ah, culture
- Ah, here you have the nub
- New Page
- Tropes
- Letter to my dead parents
- New Page
- These they left me
- Don't forget Lattic
- Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
- Song of the Western Men
- The new national anthem
- Wanna see the Deeds
- New Page
- Another very fine song
- Shamima Begum
- The perfect citizens of a fascist state
- Grease
- Love, Serafina Pekkala
- To whom it may concern
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2
- Also to whom it may concern
- So what happened then?
- New Page
- New Page
- Who has no authority in England
- I shall now potter off
- La trahison des clercs
- 'Those who cannot remember the past...'
- A little intellectual exercise...
- The view of the Labour leadership
- Take it from the top, Karl
- Is Abbott a feminist? We shall see
- Ooh, we are so sensitive
- Death before dishonour
- Listen very carefully. I shall say this only once
- Of course certain lines here
- Hide the Secret. Hide the Weakness
- The very model of a modern faith apologist
- Models of modern health practitioners
- Meanderings
- Negation
- Bloody certifiable
- Convert, comrades, convert!
- Found the articles
- Dangerous animals
- I name you the Duke of Plaza-Toro
- New Page
- New Page
- Christchurch 1
- New Page
- New Page
- To May, whom it concerns
- Shouts and whispers
- Hic jacet
- Hyde Park, London, England
- Condition of the Working-Class in England 1845
- Thus ComSymp ShariaSymp
- Ooh, you guessed
- You are so obvious
- In detail
- Hard wiring
- If mind does not exist., democracy is unnecessary
- Th Age of Reason, 1794
- Fisking Cantuar
- Danger: profoundly esoteric image
- The seer and that which he sees are one.
- Meanwhile hats off to the Guardian
- Letter to MI5 in case you missed it.
- Fucking Pollyanna
- The Greta Garbo Home for Wayward Boys and Girls
- Perhaps in five year old English
- Non serviam
- The 7 principles of public life. Pix too
- Tor and Tonge
- Barking moonbats
- Herr Hitler, I presume
- A rich joke, Blair
- Eire in the 1950s?
- Cold shower
- By definition 'God' has to know what a lepton is
- Ah, the Yorkshire Ripper
- Parallel government
- New Page
- You will not look at them
- The magic migraine
- From about a year ago
- La nausee
- Yes, it's Operation Mindfuck
- Book review
- Happy bloody Easter
- A little quiet attempted murder
- Fal 2
- The curse of the killer zombies
- So the next logical step would be...
- Don't my silly little arts degree mean nuffink?
- Oh dear I have upset someone(s)
- New Page
- A few questions
- There are no great ones
- Gets so horribly in the way
- Violence against women, it's what you pay your taxes for
- 'Bring me the head of Alfreddo Garcia'
- Just don't forget Lattic
- The House of the Rising Sun
- The initiation of force
- Yes, that's right, I said Bentley
- Turning now to this Matter of Kadun I
- Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- Shav, Petrush and the Matter of Kadun 2
- Do admire your handiwork
- Marche funebre
- Misogyny
- On this 75th anniversary...
- The Enchanted Forest
- If you should confront these filth
- Encore une fois
- Impertinent evil filth
- A successful outcome
- Therefore...
- Which end is up
- I shall create it
- PANTHER: The Manual, out now on Scribd
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2
- Indeed there are many interesting people to talk to in my mind
- Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof
- To dig a little deeper
- Of food-banks and reprographics
- No dark
- Just remembered another spectacular waste of money
- More about Tories
- And more...
- This and that and some of the other
- Or in short
- Don't forget The House That Keir Built
- Memo to the Senate of the University of London
- Turning now to this Matter of Kadun I
- Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- The fur does settle...
- Models of medical practitioners
- HARD WIRING 2
- Strange things happen in the quantum universe
- Strange things happen in the quantum world
- "Are you still laughing, Sarat?"
- Falsity
- Je ne regrette rien
- Of course you could always check the facts
- 'Do you recall what was the deal/The day the music died.'
- The family handbook
- Goose-stepping morons
- Riidiculous
- Welcome to the diverse and plural real world
- Does it not sound sweet?
- This half-wit waving her degree...
- O tempora! O mores! O mayhem!
- Sexism is a crime
- ''I can't be treated like this.'
- And here the matter rests at present
- J'ai vecu
- Extreme unction
- The free movement of peoples
- The rules
- The witch must burn in hell, he trumpeted,
- You can always ask Google
- Monsters
- Just think, then you can add murder to your CVs
- New Page
- No dark
- In sum
- Give them everything they ask for
- Good for a laugh
- The end. Full stop.
- Just grow a pair
- Bad moon rose
- To whom it may concern
- And?
- And don't forget Lattic
- The Hall of Mirrors
- Because of course
- How to murder a woman
- Bwahaha
- They gave them time
- My big brown eyes
- A n all-party statement from the House of Commons
- Fat pig
- Always remember...
- Always remember...
- The whole lot of them
- Clear and present danger
- Note to Jackson, Hughes and Ardeshna
- So...
- Oy, you
- They did not like the New Marxism at all
- Irritable Owl Syndrome
- The drivel show
- Oh, you know, Woodstock
- Aqiuarius
- One more time and once again...
- Anglican England
- Since I feel bloody annoying
- At cock crow
- Civilized behaviour
- New Page
- 'Thirty pieces of silver'
- 'I look for truth and find that I get damned'
- Found the quote
- Carrion
- Books
- Singer to my clan in that dim red dawn of man
- Five Prime Ministers
- The victory of the Tuatha de Danaan
- A briefer response
- Bonfire Night
- Conjecture
- Or as I said more lucidly...
- They really didn't like my poems at all
- Denis Diderot
- The Age of Reason
- Some years later...
- We the people
- Side-dishes
- So do tell
- Facts
- Reality
- Because I know you hate it even more
- So perhaps
- Termites
- So you go right on..
- I even told them about the SOE
- Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
- Oh and this
- I think Hafiz would have liked Bunyan's hymn
- Fisking Warsi
- Welcome to Brighton, a plural and diverse community
- An 'All Party Parliamentary Group'
- Oh, when will this end?
- QEbloodyD
- To return to civilization.
- Fal continued
- Fal and Tet
- Dill and this Matter of Kadun
- Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- Maya's assassination
- They stripped
- For monkey-nuts: dixi
- Fisking Malik: Preamble
- Melodrama
- Fisking Malik: Part One
- The end is Nye
- Aberfan
- New York Mining Disaster 1941
- Resonances
- Don't talk to me about the law
- And so...
- And the other thing...
- you so love lies, don't you
- Writing things down
- I am the very model of a medical practitioner
- PAINLESS BUT PERMANENT
- Love from Serafina Pekkala
- A difference of opinion
- Just a theory
- What the hell do you think I am, you ridiculous little pieces of shit
- This will do for the time being
- This colour doesn't run
- The desired result
- No balls, 'Frank', just no balls
- Just call me Harmonica
- Hokabi
- In his tin can, far above the world
- Bloody psychopaths, in short
- Berchtesgaden, 1935
- You are so obvious, Blair
- So what happens next?
- So what is the matter with you
- End of the road
- Happy New Year
- Meaningless
- Kinky boys
- A sick joke
- So:
- Bottom-feeders
- New Page
- So why are you here?
- There, isn't that just so cute
- The Lizard of Oz
- And stuff this...
- And they have never heard of...
- Of course I'm a fucking witch
- Just getting out my tunic of skins
- Erudite, that's me
- In short...
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2
- So, as ever
- It is a slave's lot thou describest
- Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- Medicine: the joke
- Are you five-year-olds?
- The Directorate
- Murderers and traitors
- Books....
- Books, filth, books
- Since I have no intention...
- Oh, how they stripped.
- Indeed, it is like this, Doc
- Thus...
- And the fuss is about what?
- This and that
- And don't forget Lattic
- Lemme set the scene
- Diversity
- This matter of Kadun: (inner and eso) 1
- The matter of Kadun (inner and eso) 2
- They are the Daleks. They are Masters of the Universe
- I however do not remotely think that
- 'See how I die. Just watch me die.'
- A simple case of attempted murder
- The final act
- Our story
- So why did they not support PANTHER?
- Love drowned in Corruption
- All times are now (1)
- Transforming the Na-Mhoram's Grim
- 'The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword'
- 'That government by the people....'
- Ir's a fucking doddle
- The smoking gun
- Read all abaht it
- Woo-hoo, it's a full moon.
- Carrion
- 'All you need is love'
- Just not macho
- So what precisely - ?
- so when England's answer to Indiana Jones...
- And you filth at UCH
- 'When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald...'
- More history (after a bit)
- Exodus 32 (well, loosely)
- A 99% confidence rating
- Something of the kind..
- Come to my funeral, Blair?
- Do anything for them, anything to feed them
- Forgot to repeat the Bobbles letters
- England in the C21st and the C12th
- In the event of.
- My head held firmly under water
- The most basic standards
- Miscellany
- The primate pecking order
- Cancer Ward
- Locke, Hume, Kant, Mill, is there anyone they didn't ban
- Farce
- The Tories' own quest for ideological purity
- 'opium of the people'
- Blair's New Model England
- In English not Latin or Arabic
- Because no-one stops them
- The thin end of the wedge
- Intellectually sickening
- And don't forget Lattic
- Sickboy
- From the Shrine to the Viledeen
- The company of civilized people
- The care of the penis
- So you're happy now
- Unlikely
- I hope...
- So very much more interesting
- Astronomy for Kids of all ages
- Dill and this Matter of Kadun
- In sum....
- Shit
- And I laugh
- Feeesh
- And be damned to you.
- Avatars of perfection
- New Page
- Marked for extermination from the start
- i'm helpless and desperate and alone so just fuck you
- So just go and
- Wouldn't it be lovely to be in hospital
- Alice's adventure in hospital
- The NHS does not live by bread alone
- Just say cheese
- Clear and present danger to women
- There are those who despise being able to spell....
- I remain, yours sincerely
- Do you think I don't know what you are
- Thus troll toes
- Achilles
- Complete barbarians
- Bloody rings of power
- Lady Sybil's exploding dragons
- Mesdames, messieurs, faites vos jeux
- A societal archetype....
- Sascha doing his renowned impression of a baby zebra
- Pog ma thoin!
- The continuum
- Good to see the young people out in the fresh air enjoying themselves
- Look once again at spite-ridden lower-middle-class women
- So the hell with you
- Mr Morgan, Mr Paxman
- Ah, you're going to sue me?
- Or perhaps
- So which particular set of ludicrous and obscene lies?
- The opium of the people
- Throw them my body, throw them my life. Can't do enough for them
- The hell with all of you
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2
- Fal and Tet
- All any of them want, my destruction, the destruction of democracy, destruction of the University
- Maya's assassination
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
- Vultures
- They had one chance
- Monsters
- So the fuss is about what?
- Unrectifiable harm done with malice aforethought
- There was, you will recall, a bad moon rising
- Cool stuff
- Just what is your fucking problem?
- So now Emglishwomen are destroyed at the command of sadists
- Aggravating factors: adding insult to injury
- Selfies
- Evidence
- Bonnie and Clyde
- Chinese whispers
- Beyond evil
- Evidence
- They jumped from 40,000 feet without a parachute
- Kindle and things
- Bloody Operation Mindfuck
- What to do when they push Chinese writing under the door
- The word you seek is brainwashed
- The bloody cosmic laughter.
- I thought you might like to see...
- Women's bodies break easily
- They were told and they were told and they were told
- Not on the whole given to Schadenfreude
- Do they actually have IQs or do they flatline?
- Wouldn;'t it be funny if Bobbles were Francis
- All times are now, yet again
- Shame
- What you need to do...
- So all of it a right bloody waste of make-up
- 'There is nothing you can't buy'
- And of course I told them what would happen
- The sub-species woman
- Le quatorze juillet
- Oh and this bit, comrades
- 'Tell all the boys I'm back in the city...'
- Time for a wash and brush-up
- And, and, and
- Verse 5 of the Red Flag and don't forget Lattic
- New Page
- But of course
- Fill in a few gaps
- Merit
- Homo sapiens sapiens stands erect
- Bunch of boobs
- The required result
- Lower than vermin, much lower
- And another one
- The Wizard of Oz
- And the only outstanding question
- Cooking the books
- so come on....
- Hell and tarnation
- You did go to school, Blair?
- New Page
- New Page
- Sick-boys
- Pscyho-sexual cripples
- Understanding
- Oh and because I know you're thick...
- Another scalp for the sick-boys
- So, pig-bitch
- Pig-bitch 2
- Pig-bitch 3
- Functionally illiterate
- How you hate human
- The ghost in the machine was riled
- Dear MI5 person
- Or perhaps Linch and Goldstone prefer...
- Yes
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2
- Fal and Tet
- You, Blair
- This site will self-destruct...
- Left out repeating the juicy bit
- Hi to the University of Witwatersrand or wherever
- You are really very funny
- You are really very funny
- How very funny
- As if
- If...
- Can it be more obvious>
- Conclusion
- The initiation of force
- A busted flush
- Shall we have that again?
- The sum of the ravings
- This meanwhile
- But of course
- Point-blank rejection of the governing system of the country
- What part of fuck off does the Vatican not understand?
- Please save the crackling
- Happy Hallowe'en
- This bit's fun too
- Time it was
- Oh you know, like this
- Screw you....
- As if
- NHS bureaucracy strikes again
- More asses
- Show's over
- My body, my self
- New Page
- Hate intelligence, hate better
- The Library at Alexandria (and things)
- HARD WIRING A
- Hard wiring B
- Hard wiring C
- And of course they ain't fucking illitrit
- Index Librorum Prohibitorum and things
- New Page
- Jesus, look at them!
- So take a walk on the wild side
- But your Achilles' heel remains
- Addressing an empty crisp packet
- Empty crisp packets
- So here's to you, criminal vermin
- Only 4000 variants
- So they sat there jerking themselves off
- And on no account forget Lattic
- So, Mr Benn's questions
- The contents of the septic tank
- Lizard men
- Playing with my dolls
- Ah, yes, the funny farm
- Hic jacet 2
- New Page
- This was Anglican England
- I really understand
- First part of Fal 2021
- Fal 2 2021
- Fal and Tet 2021
- Trash
- The horoor
- The Reformation
- Uncle Joe and the Na-Mhoram's Grim
- Dixi@ I have spokwn
- And govenment is for what?
- And here is picture of Jesus with his beloved pet ferret
- Your Christmas favourite
- Peter
- And this is what happened
- Les Eleutheromanes
- I repeat, just for the hell of it.
- So I'll just go on thinking my own thoughts
- All times are now (1)
- All times are now (3)
- 'Be careful with that axe, Eugene'
- La Ballade des Pendus
- We do not know
- Banal
- The wrong kind of snow
- Oy, monkey-nuts
- Lizard-men
- And of course they all know too
- Fiver in the Death Warren
- And lo it came to pass
- One way to deal with sexual fuxk-ups
- Dill and this Matter of Kadun 2021
- Frauds
- Complications
- Yes, but I know who I am
- Today satirized as
- Dill, the bit in the middle
- Question
- Ah, but
- What can be wrong with that?
- So what have I done
- And this is the state of my body
- Absolutely insolent, absolutely evil, absolutely degenerate
- Dangerous wild beasts
- Cowardly, contemptible cock=suckers
- Farce
- Thus, m'lud, it is clearly demonstrated
- An offence against law, fact, reason, sanity
- So we go through it all again
- The empty swimming-pool
- So I have questions
- One more bloody time
- It remains the best way
- Get real
- Two to the power of 75000 to one against and falling
- Along with Oolon Colluphid
- Head honcho
- So why - ?
- Civilized behaviour
- 'Be careful with that axe,Eugene' (2)
- Deep Thought
- England in the C21st
- So what's next?
- I do understand
- Right bloody waste of make-up
- An aggressive cancer
- A question of degree (not the academic kind)
- McDonnell's little friends in Iran
- Ah, yes, McDonnell
- Everything was perfectly normal
- Blog
- So when did you hear - ?
- Time for a wash and brush-up
- Time for a wash and brush-up (2)
- So calming
- The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
- Google Images search
- Am enthusiastic amateur classicist
- It only remains therefore
- Aum mani padme hum
- New Page
- WHen everything fails
- Jackson
- Thus
- Tsk, tsk, tsk
- If I may translate...
- Perhaps you prefer - ?
- Roast aurochs
- Totally synbolic, totally not
- Just doesn't matter, does it
- Base details
- History, should there be any
- Libro de los juegos
- Yuck! Kitten-eaters!
- Sea-changes: writing the 60s out of history
- So do just tell
- The end of the world is nigh
- New Page
- The party of law and order
- Thank you, Prime Minister, that will be all
- Fit for human habitation
- Aw, Dimitri!
- Yes? And?
- Ah, bon, les putes
- Indicting Tories
- Poor Mr Sunak
- Falsity
- RL
- Untitled
- The D-word
- Nye, wouldst that thou wert living at this hour!
- Sp gp fpr ot
- Fortunately there are more elevated things to do than contemplate infected shit
- The parable of the respirator
- Arbeit macht frei
- Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
- It's the grapes that come from Chile
- Untitled
- The actual social principles of Christianity
- The social principles of Christianity as observed by Marx
- Bananas and eggs with your polio
- The hallmarks of the age
- Gilead
- Spinal tap
- Purr
- An atypical population
- New Page
- Leche-culs
- The Woman with the Book and the Woman with the Bow
- RTFM
- The ceding of democratic control
- I shit on you daily
- The ceding of democratic control pt 2
- Fortunately there are civilized people to talk to
- This is how to deal with pervert monkeys
- Pink stars and burquas
- Ditching the theology of love: reprise
- A happy communist life
- Or you prefer Nigel?
- Our papa
- My turf, bubba
- Guarding the pigs
- Just a little obvious
- New Page
- BDSM
- The deeds, Naylor, the deeds
- So Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
- And the hunt continues
- Jesus!
- Question for those with daughters
- So what has happened to Jesus?
- New Page
- All on prime-time television
- Lest we forget: I don't
- You know, like at Hokabi and Caniba and so on
- Until they learn
- Vaudos 1: so it's a walking fence
- Vaudos 2
- Vaudos 2.75
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2 2021
- Fal and Tet
- New Page
- Don't forget they ain't fucking illitrit
- There when it gets shitty
- Luke 23:46
- Of course he argued with himself about it.
- Democracy: a system devised to cage and contain power
- If there are any future historians
- What to, the Higgs boson?
- Maya's assassination
- Dill and this Matter of Kadun 2021
- 1. Shav, Petrush and this Matter of Kadun
- Astronomy for Kids of all ages
- 1. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 1
- 2. Contemplating this Matter of Kadun 2
- 2. Shav, Petrush and the Matter of Kadun 2
- Who are pensioners?
- Party political broadcast...
- Look at all the little lungfish
- Unfit to govern
- Protozoa capering in the primeval soup
- Have you managed to be human?
- Life in a fact-free world
- And of course our dear friends the anti-vaxxers
- The wrong kind of Muggle
- Just put this on Twitter too
- Precisely how - ?
- Aroint thee, Muse!
- Death by government
- Cruel and unusual punishment
- It is, I think, the creation of Vernon and Marge
- Gee, isn't it just the market?
- There would not therefore seem to be an real difference
- The goose that laid the golden eggs
- The gifts that kept on giving
- Only 37.9 million tourists a year
- The Big Squeeze
- All the same gig
- Lolling insolent evil
- So now I walk with a rollator
- So, I deem
- Terror-tactics against a medically vulnerable woman
- New Page
- There is no dark
- Me
- The issues facing my grand-parents
- Don't forget the house that Keir built
- The desire of the moth for the flame
- The way through the woods
- Bit late for me and my steed...
- Art is individualism
- Magdalene laundries
- I told you not to put all the stars out
- Indeed the animals have a big problem with my family
- In the garden with Mummy
- ComSymp
- Chanctonbury Ring
- Doubtless too busy
- Light reading
- Reality 102: reprise
- Reality 103: reprise
- Reality 103a: reprise
- Reality 104: reprise
- Religious census of 1851
- Mortal sin
- If Twitter is anything to go by...
- The 1945 Labour landslide
- So just look at them all, Vice-Chancellor
- And of course an offence to UCL
- Time for a wash and brush-up
- The new Marxism
- Coal in the bath and the victim culture (2)
- Nice bit of bedtime reading
- Christ, you are so boring!
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2 2021
- And of course this
- Just don't forget Lattic
- Thus Bobbles
- Fal and Tet
- Mr Benn's questions.
- Mr Benn's questions. A good clear message. The IRA
- Just so - so - so
- None of this of course is subject to discussion
- Therefore, ain't I got no respect
- Nor do I tug my forelock
- Book of Common Prayer
- 'I know that my Redeemer liveth'
- Meanwhile an offal-fest on Twitter'
- Spine
- This is what they expected me to push
- What? Oh, the picture Jesus mentioned
- Our servants not our masters (2)
- His Majesty's the model of a modern major-general
- The withdrawal of love and forcing oneself on others (2)
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa reprise
- Journey to the edge of the universe
- Oh they do get so antsy
- I am the very model of a medical practitioner: reprise
- I am the very model of a modern faith apologist: reprise
- Quid agas
- Balrogs
- C10th architects
- Truss and Braverman
- Imbeciles
- As for the rest of it...
- So:
- Totally ordinary Brits
- The corruption of history
- 'Imagination has seized power!'
- So, you, Blair
- Without fear or favour
- So a special round of applause for
- The Anglican garden: reprise
- It is remarkably tedious
- All times are now (1) reprise
- All times are now (2) reprise
- All times are now (3): reprise
- All times are now (4): reprise
- All times are now (5): reprise
- All times are now (6)
- Maya's assassination: reprise
- Lizard-men: reprise
- Doth it not say in the Book of Pious Crap
- That government by the corrupt and inane for the corrupt and inane shall not perish from this earth
- And answer Mr Benn's questions
- Thus the dirty shit-filled hierarchical fascist brains
- PANTHER...
- 'And now Amanda is seriously ill.'
- You might also enjoy Sredni Vashtar
- Girls. You were saying? About girls?
- 'And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, shall think themselves accurs'd...'
- This happened in RL
- Ooh
- HMQ
- How to lose operations other than war
- There, isn't that just so cute:reprise
- Ah, the sub-species woman
- How do you dare?
- Oh look what they're saying about me: reprise
- 'Blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain': reprise
- A lemur speaks!
- Welcome to London, Mr President
- HMQ (2)
- Gee, guys, what might have happened
- Neither benefiting from nor obsesssed by
- In sum, then
- The succession that matters
- In sum, therefore
- It has therefore been established
- And be damned to you: reprise
- Who did impose on a subject of Her Britannic Majesty
- How the cards fell
- Prefer high crimes and misdeameanours
- Time for something else
- Couldn't finish without your favourite song
- The Abbey
- The end of the world is nigh: reprise
- Men don't get it
- 'In order to rightly judge these efforts known as the "woman movement"'
- I'm sure Mr Kwarteng believes in equality
- Get real fast
- Roast aurochs: reprise
- It didn't work last time, peeps
- Doctors
- Ants
- Bellatrix
- Vaudos 1: so it's a walking fence
- Vaudos 2
- Vaudos 2.75
- It's like this, Nurses
- Letter to MI5: reprise
- And you do not make me into a porter
- I do so understand
- How you hate intelligence
- How you hate intelligence; reprise
- So how many people has Medicine destroyed?
- Don't you like my DNA?
- So you're going to sue me?
- I understand
- Hmm, so I guess...
- Yes I understand
- This is how it should be? Reallyy?
- Special mentions
- The wayside
- My country. Took seizin
- To whom it may concern
- Do tell
- A blank wall
- Democracy is so yesterday
- Nothing is too low
- https://www.coursera.org/learn/our-earth?
- No interest to me, old boy. No interest whatever
- Burn the witch at the stake! How much money we shall make!
- One quick question
- And something for Bobbles
- If...
- 'MI5's mission is to keep the country safe.'
- Reality reprise
- Reality reprise 2
- Your life in their hands, Episode 923452
- New Page
- New Page
- Never trust, never assume sanity will prevail
- New Page
- So in short
- The University in its death throes
- Narrow focus
- The absolute insolence, therefore
- In shorter
- Same old
- Same old (2)
- So there it is
- So they just couldn't possibly
- Ringleaders
- Encore une fois the manual
- Butchers and would-be murderers
- Nor of course response to my vid
- Or the second one
- The closed (sealed/wounded/stunted/practically non-existent) mind (20
- Please don't forget The House That Keir Built
- Sarat, Maya, Cioulis, Spetzi,Ritawa
- First part of Fal
- Fal 2 2021
- Fal and Tet
- So who knows
- As if I were capable of caring
- Above the law
- Depict them therefore in bondage
- Money talking
- Pure BDSM
- Please don't forget Lattic
- Meeee
- 'There is no dark'
- Hellenismos, tau-neutrinos, hanging
- Vita brevis ars longa
- True targets
- I a woman
- Boring
- Therefore, Vice-Chancellor
- Thus I refer you to...
- Break the stupid cunt's back
- So there it is
- irreducible evil
- Oversight
- Mock, yes, crawl, no
- All the things you haven't changed
- Cute family picture
- You can check it out on the DTIC site
- Eagles are rare in WC1
- High crimes and midemeanour
So all sly dirty obscene rotten corrupt filth care about is other sly dirty obscene rotten corrupt filth. Precious, aren’t they, the more vile, contemptible, vicious, corrupt and disgusting the better. Aren’t they, Blair. Anything really foul and sickening and twisted, all over it. Vermin are not to be upset or distressed in any way. Criminal vermin are wonderful. All for something that could have been cleared up in five minutes by normal decent honest humans. Say it in public where everyone can hear it and anyone can challenge it or save your bloody breath. Give rational justification for your behaviour.
Establish all the facts in public. Establish that this is England in the C21st, post Reformation, post English Civil War, post Glorious Revolution, post Enlightenment, post Marx, post Einstein, post Woodstock, post Anglican c21st England where all the ideas about life the universe and everything people have come up with freely circulate, where people have a right to their own opinions. Where of course there is a right to believe sexually diseased baboon-shit but no right whatever to demand others respect it, take it seriously. Just all have to buy into their perversion, their psychotic fantasies, don’t we, Blair. Why, all his little friends were sexually and otherwise mentally sick monkeys, Murphy O’Connor, Sacranie They live on lies, eat, breathe, shit, piss lies, their entire world is made of filthy lies. Filthy little criminals who built up their whole filthy corrupt criminal world made of lies. How convenient to believe filth and lies said about me and what I’m supposed to have done. These ‘great academics’ really don’t like fact at all. Cockroaches crawling around in darkness filth and squalor, suffused with hatred of anything, clean, rational, open, upright. Refused help or support of any kind, emotional, financial, practical or political. No question of talking to me. Nobody bothers to talk to a woman. A woman is just subject to her master’s wishes. What I wanted could not possibly be pertinent. Decided for. Decided by vermin that I just didn’t need to walk properly or to run. I just didn’t need to survive. Thus the subhuman vermin Linch, Goldstone, Yong simply deciding I didn’t need to be able to walk, it didn’t matter. They do not of course understand that they are criminally insane, psychopaths who regard everyone as their property. Just boys having a bit of laugh, using a woman’s medically vulnerable body as a punchbag to sate their malice, perversion, inadequacy, what’s the fuss about, vermin in and out of that room as though nothing was happening, Linch, Goldstone, Machin, Patterson, Cohen, Porter, Khwaja, Nathwani, Yong. Devoid of ethics, devoid of principle, devoid of integrity, devoid of self-respect. I’m sure they were very well paid. A space the width of a chair, later widened to two chairs. Rest assured I haven’t forgotten any of it, including the kangaroo court and the threatening letter delivered by hand on Christmas Eve, which of course I still have together with all the emails which demonstrate they had received the letter from the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital and it was in fact the rationale for moving me. DEPICT THEM IN BONDAGE The chain that runs from their collars to their anklets is too short to let them stand upright. Four chains plaited at the crotch run from the front of the collar between their legs and uo to the back of the collar, so they can rub themselves off on how obedient they are. Oh, the cuntrol feels so go-oo-ood, oh they are so good to be absolutely obedient and of course oh how powerful and important they are bearing as they delude themselves they do Master’s complete unquestionable authority to carry out his will as a reward for choosing to be a deformed failed human being. Practically see the cum running down the legs of the skull-faces, probably squirted. The reward for accepting slavery, for falling on their knees and having the slav-collar clamped around their necks, is of course power, power to control others, to control the environment. That this power is unaccountable and so criminal is of course lost on the dirty little crawlers, the filthy servile pus-monkeys, skull-faced offal. Yeah, I gotta do what a smelly animal, a dirty squalid sly cowardly scum bitch tard psycho of a fucking nursey tells me,, a vile, degraded, depraved bag of poison devoid of ethics, integrity, education, intellect, intelligence, reason, a stomach-churning monstrosity. Oh how precious are vermin. Naturally it is given permission is required to speak from some fucked-up bloody gauleiter. Permission has not been granted, therefore speech is forbidden. Some gauleiter intones nothing can be done, and all the little zombies repeat nothing can be done. Absolute control is of course required both to protect them from reality and to conceal their absolute inability to deal with that for which they are unprepared. The right to a mind of one’s own is meaningless to them. Isn’t that just tough shit? I have one anyway. People do. But they all believe that people are subject to arbitrary, unaccountable power, that some psycho ape, some alpha baboon may (attempt to) control me, brutally bestially. Oh, they all live in the shelter of their mother’s little helper, and it helps them on their way to their busy dying day. Extracts from The Anile Heir ©2006. I, Ysabel Jehan Howard, hereby assert and give notice of my right under s.77 of the Copyright, Design and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this book. There is a saying in Carlin, Never ask them to strip.” Carlini were observed attempting to retain grave and serious demeanour. “It derives from this. Cartoon strip in three frames. Two onlookers, one saying to the other ‘Never ask them to strip!” observing 1, a trio or Corsin officers, foul but magnificent in black leather. 2. This trio apparently relaxing at the end of the day’s work about to remove helmet, jacket, boots. 3. Legs, feet torsos disintegrating into a foul blood strained mucosal ooze forming a puddle around them. Really, Ardeshna, is it the leathers, is it the shouting? They’re stripped. All that remains are puddles of foul poisonous acidic ooze. fartemis The cartoonist at Purple Prose, Zur’s gay paper definitely got something further from it: Varchulan as a snorting bull, tail raised having emitted a steaming heap. At the other end the ring through his nose was attached to a chain attached in turn to a grinning skeleton labelled HOMOPHOBIA – SEXISM – TORTURE – MURDER – CORRUPTION. To his amazement it instantly went viral. Ah, but will it go viral? So the next on-line edition of the Azt Star was naturally gross? Well, no, actually, more remarkably, startlingly, obscene, even for that collection of used toilet-paper soaked in infected vomit. Maya in leotard split open at the crotch, the top of her thighs bare and bloodied, legs splayed, face contorted into porn star fake orgasm, caption ‘Come and get it!’ Baz of course got the short straw. Sarat was chatting away. “Sorry to interrupt. There’s something Sarat needs – “ Wrong word but there isn’t a bloody right one. “ – to see. Can we just step aside a minute.” Sarat was surprised but stepped. “You really really aren’t going to like this. Deep breaths.” After a moment he said, “You’ve never really wanted to strangle before, have you.” Sarat rang Maya then returned to the chattering throng and called for silence. “The Azt Star has responded with a piece of pornography I shall not project. Who the hell do they think they impress?” Maya among Carlutan’s adoring young men, both acutely embarrassed and totally livid, said calmly, “Take it you have tailors, guys who can sew a seam.” Run that up for you in two ticks, Miss Maya. “I have been in Carlin 24 hours,” said Sarat, “and I haven’t yet been to the Rabbiters’. I don’t think they can stop us laughing.” All catapulted to their feet. Sarat waved his hand. “It’s cool, guys. How are we doing?” “Toast to His Imperial Majesty!” said Vishtu. Sarat realized this had as much to do with Smudge as with empire. “It was PANTHER. They moved like greased cats!” They toasted him anyway. Baz periodically checked his phone until he said, “Big fat grin.” He passed the phone over. “Maya has responded to Azt,” said Sarat. “Can we project – wall will do.” People hastily shifted themselves to clear the way. The cammo leotard didn’t fit terribly well but it didn’t have to, fur gilet atop and combat boots at the bottom. Maya sat on a tank slightly forward of a great many other thanks. She also wore an Army cap and cradled a machine-pistol. Around her were an Imperial Guard of Rewn’s guys. Legend: How to talk to men who hate women. Whistling didn’t seem appropriate and nor did any formal response so the gathering in the Rabbiters’ burst out clapping. Baz got a further text. He showed it to Sarat. Sarat smiled almost shyly and stood up. “Duty calls. Please do come and watch if you like. A small ceremony.” “Not telling,” said Baz, “but I think you’ll like it.” “We are agog!” A convoy of trucks, cars and bicycles meandered back to the House. Yea, from afar was it perceived the House was floodlight. From closer to was it perceived the drive was lined with military rigidly at attention. What the - ?! Sarat had grinned to himself: There can’t be any protocol of which I am dismally ignorant for this one. I think it should be on behalf of, symbolic. Baz got out first and had a word with the military. Sarat got out and began to walk up the drive. Half a dozen men tailed off and fell in behind him. Follow, Baz judged, at a distance. The throng obeyed. The military band at the front of the House began to play the imperial anthem. People said after the whole of Kadun got to its feet, an obvious exaggeration, of course, but concealing a deeper truth (wrote some newshound or other). Thought you were a republican. It’s not about that, it’s about Kadun. About a mad kid with a supreme talent for telling Azt to go fuck themselves. Nonetheless and heretofore in bars and offices, barracks and factroies, streets and squares the omnipresent camera saw Kadun stop and stand. You want Kadun’s answer? asked Airoch. That is Kadun’s answer. At the end of the drive was a small table covered by a black velvet cloth. On it lay Narulis’ sword. Behind it stood Saryulin. “Imperial Majesty!” “My lord of Carlin,” replied Sarat. “My lords, my ladies, ladies and gentlemen, I present to Sarat-ban-essa-eban-Narulis, Anile Emperor, Master of Kadun, Narulis’ sword. It is our honour to serve Narulis’ heir.” Saryulin picked up the sword by its heft and held it high, then placed it across his outstretched palms. Sarat carefully took it. Whether a chorus of dancing bears high-kicked across the floor of the Ciletij Senate is not recorded – I think we should be told – and nor did the sword appear to possess any alarming properties such as those associated with the throne, but Sarat said after he felt something, call it history. He turned and laughed. “And now, Madam Minister?” Then he said rather quiet unSaratish things about the honour being his, unlooked-for and truly not yet deserved, things that were totally Saratish about accepting the sword on behalf of Kadun’s fighting men, and things that were also Saratish but from deep within him, things he had not thought to say in public, or at any rate not today, about the weight of history and the responsibility of representing Va, and some fiend played with the lighting and the startlingly good-looking young emperor stood silhouetted against the House, sword in hand and he is bloody Narulis. Amida held Cho’s hand very tightly and with her other hand wiped away his tear. She kissed his cheek. Sarat laughed again and made a couple of experimental swipes with the sword. “Yes, I can see why guys liked them. If ever there was a reminder there is work to be done.” He grinned. “If I had a home I could hang it on the wall, but I don’t right now have a permanent residence. The Jumesit will do fine. I think it should hang in the camp, on the wall of the canteen.” He laughed again and gave another swipe. “It feels part of me, but I suspect wearing one has to be learned.” He turned to the soldiers. “Could you do that please, have it hung on the wall.” On this auspicious occasion…What he wanted to say, what he had to say, welled up inside him and just this once he was a tiny bit anxious about getting it right. Really not so good at the eso stuff, can we talk about the drains. “My lords, my ladies, ladies and gentlemen, once again I thank you. I think now we should party. Is that appropriate? Some might ask it. I’m asking it. On a day that has seen great horror and misery. Yes, because that is the message of Va. Maya said it. They came the skull-faces, but we laughed. Va is the music they cannot silence, the dance they cannot terminate, the laughter they cannot make haunted and afraid, the triumph of life over death, the light without shadow. That is the point, that was Narulis’ point. Or there is no point There is no dark. You can say it’s crazy. You can say how very evidently real is evil. I’m a scientist, a biologist. I’m the first to tell you blood is real, pain is real, death is real. But somewhere it’s still the point. We can still live unshadowed.” Baz cooed internally, it’s all right, you’re doing fine, everyone understands. Well, as much as anyone ever does. Sarat would have felt well rewarded by just one irturbi saying, know what you’re trying to say, lad. Not sure if I believe it meself, but I know what you’re saying. Of course, you’re a scientist, you’re not going to be silly about this stuff. He wasn’t. He found his thread. “Of course we as humans can’t do anything about mortality, accident, but the shadows of hunger, of violence, of endemic disease, these can be, must be, will be destroyed. Living in fear can be eradicated. People age and eventually die. That is natural. Dying at 40 of a readily treatable disease is not natural. It is the result of human evil. That evil is contempt, contempt for the being of others. And so – “ He grinned. “ – that impeccably practical and scientific sense I’m saying this empire stands for a Kadun where there is no dark.” Sarat still wasn’t quite sure how to terminate this oration, so yeah, let’s all go and have a drink didn’t seem quite the right note. He walked over to the bandmaster. Not exactly a band-piece. If they couldn’t do it, he’d have to find it on his phone. Ah, said the more reflective reaches of Kadun. Not just a pretty face. So that’s the point. “Now he is Anile Emperor,” said Cho. Baya gave a naughty laugh, knowing how deeply Sarat preferred not to talk about that kind of stuff. “This,” said Sarat. The notes of a lone trumpet soared into the night, followed rapidly by drums saying leap! Dance! Vault the heavens! Girdle the earth! The flutes joined in, the delighted gurgling of a thousand streams. And far away in the hospital at Car-sandis, Smudge by the bedside of the unconscious Midi took out his headphones and adjusted the volume and let the music dance over her. “There is no dark,” he said softly, “stupid, ridiculous and true. Or there is no point.” Then he knew he had to draw the music. On a phone? Later, but draw it he would. And far, far far away in a bar in Girag Mitch bubbled over and grabbed Karula by the waist and began the wild dance, which is probably what Sarat would have done if Maya had been with him. In Zur Vij was a tad more decorous about it, taking Sarshi’s hand and leading her ceremoniously into the middle of the Sa’aanda Senta. The wild dance, you will have gathered, is performed with one’s partner. It’s not exactly, people try to explain rather feebly, that it’s erotic, it’s that it’s alive. It’s generally described as naked life, the act of generation, someone once remarked drily, without physical contact. Life that will not be gainsaid. Someone once described it as like a tree pushing up through the ground, from seedling to mighty lord of the forest in ten minutes flat. Nothing is less like a tree than a couple twirling and spinning but everyone knew what he meant. Someone else said it’s like an electric shock. Divaldin looked at his young men and thought, the night is ended, Kadun is alive. Stupid, ridiculous and mad. Or perhaps not. We have more urgent questions than metaphysics. Or perhaps not. “I understand everything,” pronounced Ritawa. Not surprisingly, the others choked. “We all know you’re gifted.” “Earthpower is latent. Of course it’s earthpower, but it’s blatant.” Munzi grinned. “Insolent. I sort of know what you mean.” “The next bit,” said Ritawa. “Break-out!” “I really don’t know very much,” said Inyulat, “but I’m not sure Sardun would agree. They’re pretty blatant.” “But that’s here in the west,” said Ritawa. “This is what Narulis brought to Carlin, this is why.” It just sort of gets you, said those with fewer words. Sarat walked over to the guys on parade, thanked them and asked them if they’d like to join him in the Rabbiters’ Baz, who of course thinks of everything, quietly had Narulis’ sword returned to the House for safe-keeping over what looked like being a long night. Midnight came and went. Sarat thought it was time quiet came to the village and retreated to the canteen at the camp with those around him. No sword. Baz explained. The guys grinned and some of them formed themselves into a sword party which would go to the House in the morning to retrieve the relic. So this is home, is it. It’s a lovely little hut, purred Paw, better than the Falsit by a long chalk. Ah me, the luxuries of rank. Sarat saw that his clothes had been unpacked and neatly hung or otherwise stored and made a note to thank someone (they included by the way the lemon flip-flops, which now assumed the role at very least of slippers; if the weather stayed mild he would – and did – wear them outside; besides clothes, razor, comb, toothbrush he had brought almost nothing. He saw appreciatively he had been provided with things like scissors, a scribble-pad, a selection of pens. His sparse collection of artefacts had been carefully laid out on the table. Mirror shades (he thought people should always be able to see his eyes, 98% of the time, unless he felt very difficult indeed), a tiny model aircraft of dated model that amused him as a sort of totem, since Airoch had given it to him when he was seven; there was a small silver tray given him by Cho of the kind you might put on your hall table and dump your keys on when you came in, but wallet, keys, cards, all that belonged in another life; the only thing that had wowed the unpackers was an a small and exquisite silver panther, muscles rippling, clearly prowling, also from Cho. The imperial laptop, the pulsating hub of the empire had been taken to another part of the NO GO complex, that labelled Ops, where he had his very own office. Most of it was in any case in the cloud known as cat heaven. Baz sat on the bed. “You went and did and done it.” “Quite a day,” said Sarat. “Kadun is at your feet, you do know that.” “Bit of an exaggeration,” said Sarat, snorting at a mail from Hass beginning ‘Dear Narulis…’ “Ring Maya.” “And how has your day been? Anything interesting happen?” They evaporated off. Others continued to toil into the night, even if it was a labour of love. We too have a sense of humour and know how to use it. “There! First thing the Press blokes will see in the morning.” “Of course we’ll take it down if Sarat doesn’t like it.” At breakfast it was remarked that a mural had appeared. Black screen. The Anile Emperor in letters of imperial silver ‘They came, the skull-faces, but we laughed.’ Narulis’ Journal. Or as we say today: “You, off my planet!” Screen fades. We are at the Great Gates. Death the guardian sits on the Anile throne. A garbage-truck appears. Sarat and Maya get out. “Yuck!” says Sarat. “What is that! That’s my chair.” A ring of shimmering silver is thrown at him from off-stage (detail, detail). He catches it and throws it over the throne. It falls to the ground. Death tries to lunge at them but is clearly contained by the circlet. Death exhibits cartoon signs of rage, jumping up and down, smoke coming out of ears. “Terribly antsy,” remarks Sarat. He and Maya confer. “How’d it go?” asks Sarat. “Begone, foul spawn of desecration,” says Maya. “That’s the one,” says Sarat. “Remember now.” He turns to Death. ‘Begone, foul spawn of desecration. Creature of slime and destruction, fell servant of dark and despair, I say to you, begone!’” “It really pays to read,” says Maya. “Pick up some awfully good lines.” Sarat says, “You just never know when you might need a line like that. Didn’t you hear me the first time?” “Me the second,” says Maya. Little arrows appear on the screen identifying them; Narulis’ heir. Zani’s heir.. “Need a hoist,” says Sarat and gets out his phone. Another truck draws up emblazoned with ANILE ENTERPRISES INC, a black paw with silver claws on one side of the lettering and a silver birch on the other. A giant hook descends, lifts Death from the Throne and drops him at Sarat’s feet with a truly satisfying cracking and crumbling of bone. “Needs a broom,” says Maya. “I’ll get,” says Sarat. He returns from the truck wearing rubber gloves and carrying a small vacuum cleaner, a second pair of rubber gloves and a broom, which he hands to Maya, and a bin bag. Maya puts on the rubber gloves and sweeps the fragments up into a heap, while Sarat picks up the bigger pieces of bone and throws them in the bag. Sarat switches on the vac and sucks up the crumbs then empties the vac into the bin bag, which he throws in the back of the refuse truck while Maya gets in the front seat and fiddles with levers. The grinders start up and pulverize the garbage. Meanwhile the hoist has collected the throne and the circlet and deposited them gently besides the garbage-truck. Sarat and Maya load them into the cab then get in themselves and start the engine. They fast forward through the Great Gates into Azt, pull up in the Colonnade, get out. “Needs a good spring-clean,” says Sarat. They get out of the truck two buckets, two mops and a collection of bottles variously labelled PESTICIDE, RAT POISON, DISINFECTANT. Azt is transformed, only it doesn’t look shimmering, unearthly, ethereal so much as like an advertisement for washing-up liquid, Screen goes whooshy then again black with silver lettering. NARULIS’ RULES, OK! (Punctuation is terribly important.) Democracy – transparency – oversight We do not do private deals. We do not do hole in the corner. Free elections – equality of rights – minimum wage – healthcare for all We do not do people frightened to speak. We do not do starvation wages. We do not do rat-infested slums. We do not do swanning around at Blatni. We do not do criminals out of reach, untouchable. (Inset of Searc and Sar-fenan dining at Blatni, heavy white linen tablecloth, crystal chandeliers, etc.) Screen goes whoosh again. Sarat and Maya are just finishing polishing a shimmering luminescent silver chair. “Good as new,” said Sarat. He sits on it. “Room for two.” “Hudge up, then!” says Maya. He hudges and she sits beside him. He puts his arm around her. “You have a problem, my lord Krarlik, you have a big, big problem. In fact two problems. Screen fades to a black furry paw under which are strugglingly fruitlessly a number of rats with the faces of the government in Azt. Final screen. Death broken at the foot of the Anile throne. Speech bubble: “I got it wrong again.” Baz pulled his woolly hat further down over his ears. Maps didn’t show that Da-conan, in a wide valley at the meeting of two rivers, got the wind straight from the Arctic. “I have never in my life felt this much enthusiasm for a shopping mall.” Double doors excluded the polar blast. A mooch around the IT store confirmed all state of the art. If there’s anything they need up here it’s comms. A seductive pile of sweaters caught their eye. They walked firmly into The Great Outdoors. “We’re visitors,” said Baz cheerfully. Obviously. Paw, chisel profile, long straight black hair, earrings, walnut tan, screamed Fidub. “We’re really not sure we’ve got enough clothes for this weather. We’ve got our thermals but we still weren’t exactly warm. Any tips?” “Especially around the ears,” said Paw. She examined their jackets and pronounced them good but recommended another layer, and hats with ear-flaps. Fur hats. They grinned at each other both thinking Sarat’d kill us. Tough, kill the whole of Van-senok. Survival fur and fashion fur are clearly morally different. “Got ice-grips?” she asked. “No.” They came away with fur hats, oiled double-knit woollens and two vicious-looking pairs of ice-grips for their boots. “I’m sure there’s a man-made equivalent,” said Paw, imitating Sarat. “Ah,” said Baz, “but think of the natural resources that go into its manufacture.” Now for Loni’s Mart. See what they eat around here. In-te-res-ting! Frozen fruit, canned fruit, yes. Fresh fruit, no. This is a peach-free zone. Can we survive! Maybe in high summer. Hang on, there are no veggies, either. Must have to go to a greengrocer. Hope yet. Baz examined a few labels. Not AMI! None of the nutritional stuff you get in the south. Probably 50% sugar. Frozen won’t be. They checked a few more labels, especially those of a hearty stew to keep the family glowing and calcium is essential for strong bones and teeth, help your children grow tall and straight with our delicious yoghurt dessert. Just doesn’t say how much calcium. Defo no food regs. Our delicious yoghurt dessert came in a variety of flavours. They selected blackcurrant and raspberry, and decided what went with their picnic-lunch, yeah right, we’re going to recline under a tree sheltered from the sun’s burning rays, was bread and cold meat. Similarly a butcher and a baker were required. Convenience shopping in Da-conan extends, we hope, to all in one mall, not all in one store. Home-delivery, they wondered. Local shops have always done that. Presumably if they can reach you through the snow-drifts. They found a scrumptious smelling baker, bought a loaf and asked where they could get some cold meat, smoked beef, maybe, a bit of ham. While the assistant was slicing and wrapping, they surveyed the goods. Woo-hoo, beef labelled not pre-frozen is twice the price. Somewhere, presumably south a bit, is a prize herd. Ah, a greengrocer. You can tell that by all the greens. Clearly senoki get their veggies. There were many varieties of cabbage and onions, leeks, a sort of frondy lacy thing on a stalk which reminded them of seaweed but surely couldn’t be. There were large pink and green apples in plenty and a few oranges. The woman in front of them was paying cash in small denomination coins, and apparently her eyesight was not good. The shopkeeper was being kindly. “We’re foreigners,” said Paw, “and this is going to seem a stupid question. Do you get soft fruit up here at all?” “Is it because of the war?” added Baz. The shopkeeper bellowed with laughter. “You are from the south? It is very different here.” “Fidub.” “I think Fidubi do not shop. They pluck the peaches from the trees.” “Bit like that,” said Paw. “I have been. When I was younger, merchant fleet.” We didn’t think of the sea. Stupid of us. “In season we get a little from Var-sega’ Mostly it goes to children and the Army.” In-te-res-ting! We didn’t have the Imperial Miltiary down as fructivores, though we have heard that for a lot of the lads the Army is the first decent meal they’ve had. “Of course!” said Baz. “Guess it’s apples or apples. Don’t mean to be rude, but where do the oranges come from?” “Harn.” The sea, the sea! Think hard about that one, wonder what else comes from Harn and it’s not necessarily edible. “Could we have six apples and an orange, please.” The shopkeeper gestured to them to help themselves. Not worried about transferring bugs. Probably too bloody cold. They arrived back at the double doors, where a small crowd was assembled, through which weaved their way a larger number of people coming in. It had started to snow. Women with shopping-trolleys were on their phones. Can you come and collect me, guessed Baz. It can’t do this! It’s spring! OK, the total Van-senok experience. Snow-cats! It’s not far to the inn. So. This – is – snow. It’d be all right if the polar blast wasn’t lashing it into their faces. “Brrr!” said Baz. “Afternoon! Would you have two rooms for two nights, please.” “Good afternoon to you!” said the receptionist. “Will that be with dinner?” “Yes, please,” said Paw. They filled in the register. “Wow!” she said, “Fidub! I’ll need to see your passports.” She sounded very apologetic about it. They reached in their jackets and produced the circular, apple-green (yes, well, they stand out) passports of the Republic of Fidub. Even Fidubi think the circles on the cover are weird, pretty, but weird: top left, off-centre and bottom right are embossed concentric silver circles. She flipped through their passports. All PANTHER passports have diplomatic stamps. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything. “Would there be lunch?” asked Paw, yoghurt desserts abandoned at the prospect of hot food. “Need to go to the bar for that,” she said. “Plenty of time yet, finish lunches at half-two. Show you to your rooms.” The rooms were about the width of three beds and little longer with low ceilings and ye olde beams that were probably real. They were also warm. They sat on Baz’ bed. Paw tore a hunk off the loaf. “No trace,” said Baz. “How can you tell!” said Paw. Whatever they saw and heard would get back to Sarat. They assumed Sardun would track them out of an intelligent curiosity as to what that would be. They also assumed that, this near to both House and Camp, anyone and possibly everyone could be Sardun. Swaddled in fur and padding, senoki were not easy to tell apart. Since they enjoyed the thought of Saban being regaled by their interest in agriculture, they didn’t bother to get serious about whether they were being followed. “Thought-experiment. If Marula had been wandering around the mall, could you tell.” “Rich, poor,” said Baz, “all swaddled under padding and fur. Fur might be better quality!” “We can assume no-one’s perishing of hypothermia in Da-conan. Vaconik might be different.” “Clean Air Act,” said Baz. “I mean let’s assume everyone’s got a grate. Every house here is going to have been built with a grate. Modern housing maybe not.” “Ciletij has masses of coal,” said Paw. “No way anyone’s flying in coal.” “Non-perishable. Rail?” They decided to stick to plain food, not because they weren’t adventurous but because there was no disguising what it was. After looking at the menu, they realized this was just as well because plain food was all there was. Baz had a steak in a huge roll with fried onions on the side and Paw had tench and potatoes with mint and butter. “Guzzling,” said Baz between mouthfuls. “So fresh it’s wriggling,” said Paw. “Don’t do gourmet specialties.” “Bar lunch. Maybe at dinner.” Dinner indeed proved more exacting. There was a choice of four main courses, one was grilled pork, one was fried shark, and the other two were written in irturbi. “Do a few things well? This must be where the locals come when they want to dine out.” “And the plain stuff is for aliens?” “Really sorry,” said Baz, “we’d love to try something new, but what is it?” “Moose. It is a stew.” “I’ll have that please. Do you eat it with potatoes?” “Bread.” “Whatever’s usual, please.” “I’ll have the shark please,” said Paw. After they’d completed their order, Baz said, “That didn’t swim in any local river!” “That’s the interesting bit,” said Paw. Baz’ phone gave a small meow to indicate he had mail. Taja to Baz: What the pluperfect iridescent 3D quintessential hell are you two doing? The vid is all over the Army! Baz: Don’t exaggerate. I gave Saban the distribution list. WYSIWYG. Taja: That at least is true! Where are you? Baz: Da-conan. A Delightful Town In the Middle of Van-Senok. Would be if it wasn’t brass monkeys. We are hardy. We are valiant. We have been out in SNOW. Doing a little recce-ing. Meow. People around looked up once more. I think Vibrate mode. Did not expect to be in demand. Cho to Baz: Excellent. Double brownie points with crossed paws. Baz: Get Deelan [Cho’s cook] to cook you up some figisi-jahsonan. It’s really yummy. If she can get the ingredients, which I doubt. Cho: ROTFLMAO. You are at the camp? Baz: Doing good by stealth. Looking at the local shops, seeing what’s available to eat round here. I’m just working out how to break it to Sarat. Fresh fruit, not a lot of. Make that soft fruit nil. Cho: I’m sure he will survive. Baz: Lots of veggies. Get their vits. Five trains a day run from Vaconik to Ge’at in Var-sega’, a journey of thirteen hours. The train stopped at This Halt and That Junction only if required. Seems sensible, don’t suppose the numbers hold it up. Oh right, think I get it, leave work in Vaconik, pick up your backpack, catch the 19.32 and you’re in Ge’at at a reasonable time to get some work done. Sounds less aggro than flying. Do it in reverse but who uses it the rest of the time? From Da-Conan to Vaconik, the journey is three hours and 22 minutes according to the timetable. Clearly not for commuters, then. What do people go to Vaconik for, a day in the city, must be museums, theatres, big shops of course. All the same, seven hours travelling. S’pose you can sleep. The last train back to Da-conan was at a highly respectable 23.20. Go to the theatre, if you want to get home at 3 in the morning. Maybe not something to do all that often. Paw differentiated firmly between 3 in the morning in a bloody blizzard when it was probably -200 and 3 in the morning on the Leolisle. When they arrived at the station for the 8.47 they thought there’d be maybe half a dozen other travellers. More like 20, 25. Even Baz can’t walk up to total strangers and demand their purposes. After all, he didn’t have a clipboard. Just doing a survey… Added to the list of find out more about. The train was warm and comfortable with a buffet car in which they sat and watched Van-senok speed by. At last the trees thinned out and gave way to heath, and then the beginnings of a built-up area, at first sparse, then modern housing, builders’ merchants, hoardings, a park, a playing-field. Vaconik Central possessed what they ticked off as attributes of main-line stations, restaurants, a grand hotel, cash machines, a pharmacy, a newsagent and stationer’s, a coffee-shop, a food-store and senoki and presumably also some segani quietly availed themselves of these facilities. Buzz, it did not. Frivolity, such as art, music, entertainers, was absent. Well, they are at war. Paw gazed at the departures board and thought somewhere underneath this is wow! Down to Wintawa, up and round to G-T, reach the whole continent. Then they go to Vasucula and Vasuculi arrive. A quick look round espied no obvious Vasuculat. Train came in some time ago? Central it certainly was and within minutes they were in Gava-san, the hub, a broad and ancient highway, still cobbled, closed to traffic, down which they slowly ambled. Again, ‘everything’ was there, movie-houses, theatres, department stores, a music-shop or perhaps more exactly a shop for musicians, for it was huge, a department store in its own right, and, unusually, appeared to sell everything from grand pianos and exquisite violins to the latest drum-kits, synthesizers and amps. Hip young men with green hair argued vociferously about guitar strings, but it didn’t break the tone, the mood of the place, which Baz thought decidedly subdued. They wandered into a network of alleys and found ‘usual shops for alleys’, specialist book-sellers, jeweller’s, shops selling items of the ilk of incense-burners, floor cushions, rugs, tapestries, scented candles and cheap sets of bowls and cutlery, which Paw designated ‘furnish your student lodgings shops’ together with grocery-stores and a bicycle-shop. They must, they thought, be very near the Collegium: ‘usual shops for student quarter’. We cannot have come this far and not see the ocean. Their alley ended in a large plaza. Oh. “The Shrine,” said Paw softly. “Maybe they don’t call it that,” said Baz cautiously, suddenly feeling totally ignorant of earthpower. “Old, old, old,” said Paw, “maybe as old as M-P.” It looked like but of course couldn’t have been a single block of marbled grey stone the length of the plaza, two storeys, two rows of round windows, a steep over-hanging roof, the edge of which was carved with leaves and flowers. In the centre, the door, nearly the height of the building, had carved in it a silver birch and two women, one in armour bearing a sword and one with a bow. Gaurding the door were two stone bears. Hasty consultation of phones. ‘The Viledeen is the oldest building on the continent still in use today. The foundations were laid in 6700.’ ‘The Ladies, as they are called, were once believed goddesses, one of the fight and the other of the word.’ ‘The inscription at the foot of the door reads ‘Enter, who can.’ The meaning of this has long puzzled historians and archaeologists.’ Baz frowned. ‘Perhaps ironically, the Great Door is now kept sealed. Entrance is at the side.’ “There’s a side-door on the left.” The side-door led through a long passage to a (warm, covered) courtyard with noticeboards on the walls, benches and a single large slatted wooden doors with great black hinges opposite the Great Door. A couple wrapped round each other consulted their phones. There was no centre-piece. A tree before it got warm and covered? Can’t believe they’d have felled a tree! The two rows of windows on each side lit the grey chamber. They saw the roof was supported by pillars. The walls were intricately carved, with trees, with flowers, with bears, with wolves, with stranger things, fantastic creatures, half-stag half-man, giants with many heads. Fragments of paint remained. There were inscriptions but in irturbi, so they didn’t understand. There were thick dark green carpet (added? replaced?) and benches cut into the walls on which were thick dark green velvet cushions (added? replaced?) What, thought Baz, do you do here, what did people do? He liked the absence of any plaques, sign-posts, translations, it made it current, not just a museum-piece, but they clearly didn’t expect strangers. Right now, any way. He thought that before the war Vaconik had probably enjoyed a steady stream of travellers if not tourists eager to partake of their ancient culture and doubtless knowledgeable about it. It must have had some rites and rituals. Mel would know. There’s no centre, no centre-piece, focus. It is the centre-piece. You’re ye ancient trader, come in out of the forest with your skins or meat or whatever and this is the meaning of Van-senok. What is? If you have the forest, you don’t need pictures of the forest. Go back, back, back, impossibly far back. What else was here in 6700? Probably nothing. It would have stood majestic, alone. Don’t understand. People who worship goddesses don’t do it sitting on benches. Then he wondered if he did. A house for them? Of course it was all painted. Must be a reconstruction on the Grid. No furniture? Paw had already let go. Time loosened not slipping. Shadows of the past. Green, green, their robes were forest green and they had flowers in their hair. Then death, blood, such violence, pain, then tiny flowers, everywhere, the walls, the ceiling, a carpet, a canape of tiny red flowers Something happened, he said rather feebly. I know, said Baz. Not human… The violence was that of animals, grizzlies ripping and tearing, wolves devouring still living flesh. And trees drinking blood. They had a zoo here? Trees in zoos don’t drink blood. People were sacrificed to wild animals? Not unheard of but the venue, no, the venue does not mesh with that. At the First Turn, the pain, blood, death were gone. I think I see, do I see, an attempt to conquer, an enemy repelled, the enemy? Now the carvings on the walls were all of trees and flowers, great trees, small trees, trees of fantastic size and shape, leaves and branches in spirals, leaves climbing up the walls, leaves in circlets as no leaves ever grew. For a moment he saw it as it was, a magic forest of brown and green and gold. At the Second turn they are in what was probably a starry vault, painted, painted, remember it was painted. Stars, constellations, spheres, sun and moon are carved into walls. Look up! hissed Paw. The ceiling gave the illusion of open sky, all grey but distinctly full of cloud in more shades of grey than they had thought existed. At the Third Turn they are in the sea, fish, crustacea, seaweed, crashing waves, and great ice-floes, seals, polar bears. Totally amazing. Why has my sadly limited Fidubi education not told me about the Viledeen. The woman with the bow came to meet them. Baz smiled, suddenly feeling he understood everything about earthpower, everything, nothing, it didn’t matter, all he needed to know. But of course there was no-one there. “I think,” said Baz. A succession of wild thoughts came to him. Sarat must come. He must meet her. Narulis met her. That explains everything. They emerged shaken back into the courtyard. For a while they just sat. Whew! They padded off to see what lay behind the Viledeen and followed the path round. You can walk all the way round the outside too. Does that mean anything to you? At the back was cluster of single-storey buildings also of grey stone. Clearly it was thought fitting modernity impinge on them for covered walkways linked them and there were signs directing you to conference rooms and café. They made a beeline for the caff. The furnishings included the sort of hyper-hip chairs that don’t have individual legs, instead consist of a curved metal frame that is three sides of a rectangle. A poster covered in diamonds in various shades of pink, red and purple, against which some rock hero unknown to them strutted his stuff was entirely in irturbi. They sipped coffee thoughtful. “An eye-opener,” said Baz. “Broadening of perspective,” said Paw. He consulted a map of Vaconik, then brooded over a larger map of the coast. “So the port is there but we’re well inland. Flooding?” Baz said: “Funny. Earthpower. Has to include water! I was thinking – did Narulis represent the sea? Like the two halves of the Whole. Can we get a bus?” “Oh, this is mega,” said Paw. “The Cult marched in from the sea and headed for the Viledeen. Vaconikans or whatever the word is apparently sat back polishing their nails and having another coffee. The Cult had – like a totem, the IoD, they carried before them. After a while senoki wandered in to remove the corpses, all of which if not stricken by arrows – as well as being stricken by arrows – bore the marks of wild beasts. History of course tells it as an ambush, hidden archers, couple of tame bears. The totem was smashed and covered with tiny red flowers. “I have just had the Viledeen Experience,” said Baz. “At this moment I’d believe anything. Whether I do believe anything – does it say anything about her?” Paw was grinning. “Don’t laugh. The general belief is she was a construction-worker.” “Say that again slowly.” “Yes, she looks as the goddess was depicted, but the goddess was depicted as an upper-class senoki huntress. They even have a name for her, Mivalia za-plenit, It seems she was killed in an accident on the site, as happens on the best regulated building-sites. And some people see her ghost.” “I want,” said Baz, “to say that was no ghost! However, my experience of ghosts is zero, so what do I know!” “This is interesting. Apparently the people who built it were all exiles, rebels, whose concept of earthpower was more sophisticated than that current at the time.” “If there’s one thing for sure,” said Baz, “this place does not function on the level tree not like fire.” Consultation with the girl behind the counter revealed a bus linking Vaconik to the next town on the coast, more of a suburb really. Of course it’s really nice in the summer. Nothing going on there right now. The bus-driver said cheerfully that he stopped on the promenade. He did. Baz and Paw pulled their hats down to their eyelashes and their scarves up to the tops of their noses and leant against the railings of the sea-wall watching a malevolent dark-grey ocean batter the shore and smash onto ancient groynes. Visibilty was good and far on the horizon were frigates. Makes you think, doesn’t it, said Baz. Coastal security, must be a freaking nightmare. Anyone could slip ashore. Don’t really think about the Fleet, admitted Paw. A particularly vicious gust assailed them. Don’t think we need to linger. Behind them shops and cafes were heavily boarded up and battered hoardings gave glimpses of another world, half a smiling brown child wearing water-wings. A quick circuit of Hinsinil told them its core was another Da-conan, neat grey stone houses, with modern bungalows on the outskirts. Guess you don’t build high. Baz continued to mutter about the antithesis between sea and land. I mean, sea is basically lethal. You can’t drink it, you can’t water your pot-plants. There’s something there and I’m missing it. Paw pulled up pictures of Hinsinil in the season, unrecognizable, a fun fair with a roundabout with highly painted horses, families on the beach in swim-gear, the shops along the promenade adorned with tubs of shrimp-nets and flip-flops. “There’s a documentary I saw once about the tundra. How it comes alive in summer, covered in flowers. I think it’s all like that.” Baz grinned. “Senoki? They’re little green shoots just below the surface.” “It really throws us, doesn’t it, no street-life.” “Commuter-land, either working or at school.” Two men passed them, accompanied by large, thickly furred and very lupine-looking pooches. “hmm. Nice fluffy pet for the kids.” “Cross-breeds?” “Dunno how it works. If you let your bitch in season into the wilds, does she saunter back in an orgasmic glow?” “Is there abortion for dogs? I mean seriously. Do you sincerely want a litter of wolf-cubs?” “A few tame semi-wolves. In the Viledeen?” Baz was chortling to himself. “Just thinking, vet up here, maybe Sarat just needed something a bit more dangerous.” “Steel gauntlets to talk to your patients?” “Bet you anything they’re fish fans,” said Baz. Paw’s face said yer what? “Tropical aquaria, exotic jewel fins darting about the room. Or else they like everything grey.” “Tundra,” said Paw again. A large square van decorated with pictures of baskets of veg and bread, smiling cows presiding over pitchers of milk, a cheeseboard with crackers slowly passed them. “Bet you that’s home-delivery. They just don’t have to go out.” “What about exercise? Can’t have pools in the basement, can they?” “I run. You run. I just do not have the urge.” Baz slowly lowered his scarf. “Mainly cos I feel the air would be ripped from my lungs.” “They must get used to it. Be used to it. Think if you grew up here.” They returned to the train-station. “We could go all the way down to Wintawa.” “Recline in the sun-soaked lagoons of the archipelago.” “It’s the job,” said Paw sorrowfully. “How do we get from this Ge’at to the House?” They returned to Da-conan for the night, resolved upon a day of wandering around (if it didn’t snow again) followed by the 17.09, which, they noted, had the decency not to get to Ge’at until 6.40. Did it pause for a rest, did it just dawdle? They suspected, rightly, that the view would be mostly trees. Thirteen hours of train, in which to sleep, read-up, watch the changing landscape (has to change eventually) and catch up on email. Taza had gone silent so Baz decided to wake him up. Baz to Taja: Was Narulis ever associated with the sea, particularly in Van-senok? Thinks: earth/sea, two halves of Whole. Taja: Diligent cats if somewhat wayward…Yes. The prince of water. Baz: Meaning unity? Taja: Yes. Fidubi are/were called the People of the Sea. Baz: We went and saw the western ocean. Had thoughts. Taja: You have never seen the sea? Baz: Not after the Viledeen. Did Narulis meet her? Taja: !!! Yes. You – went – Viledeen? Baz: Bloody amazing. Enter, who can? Taja: I understand, he said drily, the level of experience may be different. The Cult attempted desecration. Baz: Read that bit, lacerated corpses. Taja: No comment. Have you seen the Fortress? Baz: Eek, no. They knew about us, then, Fidub, before Narulis, I mean. Got this far. Taja: Or we got that far! Not sure egg/chicken. Baz: ‘There are many Fidubi artefacts in the museum at Car-sandis.’ Not sure that’s the important bit. Shit, missed the museum. Must be on-line. Taja: Not in Vaconik? Baz: On a choo-choo. OK, museums Vaconik. The National. Why do I think that does not mean the nation of Kadun. The National is the preserve of Van-senok’s historic. Baz entered ‘Fidub’ in the search-box. Woo-hoo! Of course there would be zillions of entries, silly of me. Narrow it down. Sea-faring? Why would they have sea-fared? Turn south-east and start walking. Riding. Probably quicker. ‘Contact with Fidub.’ ‘During the Sirenian – ‘ the what? Quick detour. “The Si-turnit dynasty ruled Van-senok between 5903 and 6427. They were overthrown by Sibenis za-fenan. Marula’s lot. I didn’t know that!” Paw said: “What was the grouse?” “Hang on…Slightly weird. ‘The Sirenians occupied – conquered is too strong a word given that these regions were almost entirely uninhabited – ‘ Conquerors would say that. “ – much of the north of what is now Var-sega’ and the north-west of what is now Vaudos.’ What is now?” “We’ve always known the borders shifted a lot.” “Za-fenan’s crew saw that as a dilution of earthpower, the strength of which lay in the trees. Actually wasn’t what I.” He flipped back. “Oh, double yikes.” He silently passed the phone to Paw. “As you say….” ‘This pair of exquisite silver dolphins was a gift from Fidub to the Suzerain of Van-senok. Fidubi sailed the length and breadth of the continent but never settled in Van-senok, as they did further south, doubtless finding the climate not to their taste.’ “All right, all right!” “You do just have to wonder exactly what they made of Narulis.” “Wonder a lot of things. If they were gung-ho for the integrity of their borders.” “Empire fixed the borders?” “Fidubi settlements in Var-sega’?” They felt a bit subdued themselves: there’s such a hell of a lot we don’t know. At least it’s all ancient history. See how Mel’s Place is doing. ……………. Thanks for the suggestion I become a mindless animal, a creature of your making, but I’d really far rather be me, intelligent, learned, witty, literate, female me. Love the notion I’m unacceptable in my own country. You just get funnier and funnier. Ridiculous little animals. Especially the ones screaming they ain’t fucking illitrit, ain’t fucking stupid, right, ain’t fucking illitrit and demonstrating their superior grasp of language and giant intellect by wordless mindless assault. Beneath contempt. Lower than vermin. Hugely funny. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi.
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