Tuesday, July 30, 2013

This morning I hear knock on door of flat. When I open, there is standing adolescent  trollop in uniform of schoolgirl. Which is two sizes too small since she is bulging and hanging out of it in most unseemly fashion.

Yes? What are you wanting? - I say.

Is Davey in, luv? Says this creature.

Davey? I expostulate. Who is this Davey?

Sorry, I mean Dave - smiles the tart, taking out cigarette from pocket of uniform.

Dave is writing his novel and must not be disturbed. I advise her, angrily.

Alright luv, well just tell him Shona called - and she's got some good news. You couldn't give us a light, could you, darlin?

I am not a smoking person - I answer her. This is filthy disgusting habit which will soon be a crime to do on streets of town.

Well, then I'd better get smokin while I can - she says, and starts to depart. But then she turn and say to me - You're not from around these parts, are you.

I respond angrily - I would not be from around these parts even if I had no other parts to be around from.

She laugh, and I shut door.

I do not wish to disturb Dave at his writing but as soon as he finishes, which is 3pm, I will demand explanation. 

I am just writing this to get if off my chests (another idiom).

Please remember your deadline is ticking away - like my biological clock.

Anna

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Now just be looking here, Georgie.
There is only so long a girl may be kept waiting for to be fulfilled. Because one is not  getting any younger - which Dave is reminding me of most days which pass.

I know our relationship has stood up for many years and through many traumatical events - this I tell Dave. But a woman has her needs. And so how can one expect her keep herself pure when man of her choice is not responding. And when other man - which is Dave - is in such close vicinity each day.

Also Dave tell me he is going to put himself up for selection as Labour candidate for local elections. And people what do selecting are sure to ask what is nature of your relationship to beautiful Swedish lady who share your home.

Dave say it is not necessary that we be married because being Labour Party they are very much into 'partner' thing and would accept this as satisfactory union. However, to say this lady reside under my roof as merely friend might have people think Dave is gay. This Dave would not be objecting to as he is champion of alternative love styles. 

Problem Dave has, if press get a sniff of gay person they may sniff even harder and uncover real truth which is - Dave is bi-sexual. Now although gay being acceptable - even fashionable (consider success of gay man Mendleson), bi-sexual is not! Not with British public and so not with politicians. For when, says Dave, does one ever witness a Bi-sexual Pride march?

Of course I tell him this is example of British hypocrisy. It is ok to come out of closet and strut one's gayness, but if you emerge from bi-sexual closet then you are considered to be a sort of pervert. And all because one is able to appreciate (and enjoy) both the heterosexual and the homosexual position in the matter of sex and love.

Dave agree with me but says that's the way it is - for the moment. When revolution occurs these things will change.

Anyways, Georgie, this is having no relevance to important matter of when me and you will get it together (another idiom) which translated means having it off.

I am therefore putting on the deadline of 7 days for response, otherwise... (these 3 dots meaning something will happen which you would not want happen).

Yours un-threateningly


Anna

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Dave is going to write book. He say that he will use his enforced leisure time to expose the rotten underbelly of so called Western Civilization. And also make some money so he does not have to attend Job Centre ever again.

What will book be about? I ask.

He say it will be a searing indictment of a sick society. A society atomised. Ruled over by a bunch of political gangsters. A nation that has lost its moral compass.

Which is this nation? I ask.

Well, this one of course - say Dave. I am talking about this country: Great Britain - or 'Once great' Britain. He explain to me that book will be in form of novel because this is best way to get across hard facts. Because majority of folks too idle to read important books like Das Capital. So he will do like Dickens done, and also Victor Hugo and Alexander Dumas (have you seen Les Miserables?) and yet also in more modern times George Orwell. Wrap the information in a story. That's the way to get it over to the plebs.

When he mention name George I remind him that you are a writer, also saying important things about humankind. But Dave is very criticising of your writing, saying it is superficial, trivial and so much froth. He say you are politically naive and fiddling while Rome burns. 

I ask him what is this fiddling while Rome burn? He say I would not understand, as it is a classical metaphor. This is going much too farther and so I smack him across side of head with hand. Hard.

One hour later he is whining that ear is still ringing and I may have done to it some permanent damage. I tell him not to be baby.
I also tell him I will not listen to such insult things about your writing. Him only having read some early stuff on blog which is rubbish. I tell him you have also wrote stories and plays and poems and have had stuff published in the long ago past.

So please, why not you write something now on blog which will show Dave how accomplished you are in this writing business?

Yours hopefully

Anna

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Dave yesterday visit Job Centre. He tell me he is interviewed by
 12 year old boy (I think he exaggerate youthfulness of this person).

Anyways when young man asks - What is your current situation? 
Dave answer - Perilous, fuckin perilous.

But Job Centre employee does not accept this as satisfactory and instead ask Dave would he care to elaborate upon this answer.

To help him, he read to Dave from long list of questions, some of these questions being very personal.(so Dave say). He get quite angry and enquire of the youth - Did we fight two world wars to have to go cap in hand to the likes of you for the chance to earn an honest living?

(I gently mention to Dave that he did not fight in either of these two wars - or any war at all. Also he does not have cap. But he ignore me.)

Comes the revolution - he tells the employee and you'll end up with a bleedin' shovel in your hand instead of a pen. That's if they don't shoot you as the agent of a corrupt capitalist system.

The boy then point to notice which warns that there will be no tolerating of abuse - physical or verbal - to staff of Job Centre. And nods to large man who is standing by door. This man approaches swiftly and suggest to Dave that he leave. Which he does.

I tell Dave this is all very well, him making the stand for the workers - of which he is currently not one - but what about money? I tell him that if he had answered questions as asked, then young man would have helped him to apply for benefits to which he is entitled.

Dave storms from flat saying he is going where he will get some sympathy and understanding. He mean the pub, which is full of men who have answered questions and are receiving benefit.

I am not going to ask how you are because you never reply.

Your worried

Anna




Thursday, July 11, 2013


"We're all in this together"

Yes, but some are further in it than others.


The first quotation is by your prime minister and the second is by Dave.

He hopes you don't mind if I put this on here for him because he is very disheartened at way things go in this country. Unlike you, Georgie, Dave is very politically aware, being of what you call the Left political stance.

He is taking this picture of public house in village of north where Dave come from, and this sad building is where his father (dad he call him) used to drink beer on a regular basis. Leaving Dave mother at home although always bringing back a bottle or maybe two of beer for her.

Dave say to me - Look. This is what recession mean, the destroying of the local community. If my dad could see what has happened to his pub he would be turning over in grave.

I say to Dave - But I thought you told me your father had been cremated.

Dave get angry and say - This is trouble with you Swedes: you are so literal. I was using the metaphor.

And I say - Cannot you see the joke of which I was making? Namely the irony of ashes trying to turn in ground.

Dave accuse me of being disrespectful to father.. But I say no I am not, I am merely making small humour to enliven the day. Anyways, I tell him he can use blog to put photo and maybe small comment, since you, Georgie, are not currently blogging.

Dave is pleased by this. But I tell him - Do not think one may use this blog for a left-whinge platform. (another small joke).

Dave give me a funny look.

Anyway, hopes that you are feeling better and maybe uplifted by my little jokes (even if Dave is not).

Your (non political) Anna

Well Georgie, and still do I not hear of you.

Dave say I should move on. But move on where?

This weather is so hot that I do not use bikini any further. By this I am not meaning as if I am sunbathing naked. Oh no. I am meaning I am covering oneself up because even with all  smoke and soot and smoggy, smutty stuff what cover this town like dirty blanket,  rays of sun are piercing down and making so uncomfortable sitting out, plus probably - as Dave say - injurious to skin. I do not know.

(Dave is also pointing out that people what dwell in hot lands - such as Arabs - cover themselves from the head to the toe in bundles of clothing. He say to me - When last did you see Arab lady coming down street in Beirut dressed in bikini?)

Which is making me  wondering how you are manage to survive during time you spend in Middle East when in service of SAS who wear the woolen balaclava. (Although I am seriously doubting you were in SAS) 

Part of my psychology studies are describing how some individuals  find it difficult to separate fact from fantasy. Could it be that you may fit into this psychological niche, Georgie? In our studies we watch old film from America which is called "The Secret Lives of Walter Mitty". This is fiction but is based upon such psychological condition.

No matter.

Hoping one day in nearest future to be hearing from you

Your (not yet moved on)

Anna




Monday, July 08, 2013

Yesterday I watched while seated upon the sofa with Dave, the man Murray win the Wimbledon. Does this not cheer you up? This is first time for 76 years since British person win mans doubles.

Dave is delighted - even though Murray is Scottish person. Never mind, he say, we can call him British for purpose of winning tournament.

But how are you, which is more important? Still nothing do we read on postings. This is ok though. One must wait until ready. This I am learning that sometimes no amount of effort making will work and having to just tread water (which is other idiom... or maybe is metaphor. How should I know... stupid English language)

Last night I dreamed I had got highest possible mark in examinations. This I do not think though will come true. But maybe a good mark, which will be satisfactory enough.

Suddenly television is causing problem by not switching on, or sudden switch off, while remote control fail to operate at all. Dave think maybe new top-set box is needed and will take himself later down to the Curry electrical shop to purchase new one. (for which he demand half from me to pay - although I hardly never watch the tv programmes which are boring except when showing good Swedish drama - with subtitles)

The day is sunny so I put upon my bikini so as to sun-bathe on flat roof. Dave does not sun bathe, believing it to be harmful to pale British skin.

Hoping to be soon hearing from you.

Your Anna

 

Monday, July 01, 2013

Things do not sound good at your situation currently, for which I am sorry. But maybe will improve, for which I fervently hope.
Dave say to tell you nil illegitima carborundum. Which mean, do not let those born out of wedlock grind one down.

Dave, by the way, is doing a good recovery from his respiratory problems. There being nowhere near as much phlegm flying around, which is most satisfactory to me.

I also tell him he owe me for 3 boxes of the man-size tissue what I purchase for him. (he insist upon the balsam impregnated tissue that he say is much more kinder to his nose - which you will remember I tell you is quite large.).

You must this time listen to what the doctors are telling you in order to effect a speedy recovery. Which is what we both of us want - is it not?

Until we are once again coupled together

Anna