Thanks. I like the first two sentences.
After that, you become either self-righteous and self-unaware in terms of my needs, or just a plain show off. Takes one to know one. Also, you may forget that after a 14 hour shift of working in the BBC TV Control Rooms, BBC1 & BBC2, I used to arrive in a small-ish, but light and airy, dirty hovel that was called a 'cottage'. I think it was somewhere in that most bourgeois of places - East Sheen. You know, the posh-ish bit. After not being able to figure out whether you were a complete fool or wise-guy, I decided to try and encourage your ADHD pirouetting. It took me ages to discover that you didn't take drugs, or smoke ciggies. I'm not sure that I remember you drinking booze ... So, I brought along a RED & BLACK A4 book, presented it to you. Had a quiet word in your earhole, and said that if you were to write down everything you said - that you would become either a millionaire or genius. Words to that effect. I have never seen you stop in your tracks that fast since.
I will not indulge in a war of words with you Rendlesham, nor anyone else for that matter. Waste of time. This is about mutual respect. And I know full well that you have never really given a shit about ANYTHING. At least, that is what you'd like to portray to the outside world.
Just let me leave you with one idea. Normally, it is considered to rude to slam a phone down mid-sentence on the other person. I'm still the person that has bothered to keep in touch. So what does that make me?
I am simply PAST CARING now.
Time to LIVE, a little.
(Thanks, Bee ... as if I haven't been living all my god-damned days.)
Sent from my iPad
On 21 Feb 2013, at 01:37, Lord Rendlesham wrote:
yes go ahead
by the way although camden was squalid my life wasn't - it was full of romance both self and otherwise not like the frightened little rat like existence now...
i was never rude...such an assumption is too precocious and bourgeois - i was there to take you all to the "light" which has no time for self discretion or harmful superficiality as they stifle the soul - such social observations are best kept to the suburbs of ealing and the like
your guru
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Datum: Wed, 20 Feb 2013 10:22:11 +0000
Von: Miss Mo
An: Lord Rendlesham
CC: Natalie Most
Betreff: Dear Poofy and Persian Princess
Dear Poofy Tell
I've started a 'blog'. I have little respect for that word, but just have
to get over the fact it exists and has entered the English language long
ago.
It is partly a way of keeping on track. I find when I write things down,
it
helps to keep me a bit more focussed in times of overload especially. I
have only just realised this lately.
I would like to be able to include the recent mail trail between you and
I,
Pete - the one about Gossips, your one about Valour, Art, Francis Bacon
etc.
If I don't hear from you by the time I get to Bombay, and have had a
one-night sleepover this Thurs/Friday, to get over my long haul flight, I
may make an "executive" decision, and bung our correspondence up on the
blog anyway. I hope not to resort to this option - which doesn't sit with
me well, as it is partly your intellectual property. But as a pedantic
reference-maker, I feel I may not have a choice in the matter, as I am
rather liked my side of the correspondence. So I would reference your
'work' by naming you some such thing that feels right at the time ...
Maybe
Lord Rendlesham might suit?
I don't know what it is about you Pete, but you seem to bring the best out
of me - in spite of your extreme rudeness over the years, e.g. going for
the jugular, where no-one would dare, and your penchant/obsession for
slamming the phone on me mid-sentence over the last decades. While knowing
full well I am a very sensitive soul. You should do by now, you git, ha.
You are a very lucky man indeed to have met Natalie. Though we all know
that you've had this peculiar idiosyncratic magic touch with "women" -
Laura and that mumsy bird you picked up in your suffolk
gravestone-dreaming
days, to name but two.
I feel that we are doing a role reversal. Particularly after what you
pointed out during our last conversation. That you spent about 21 years
driving psychiatrists round the twist and living on government hand-outs.
You and Machado, as you may have known at the time, played up to the fact
that you were the real-life "Withnail and I", well before the film even
came out. Though the reality of your Camden squalor was even darker and
filthier - compared with the celluloid fantasy.
Meanwhile, I have not driven many psychiatrists round the bend. Though I
fear that I may have just started to, this past year with my social
worker.
I suspect he wouldn't feel that way about me, as it would appear that he
is
a person with enormous self- compassion, kindness, patience and charity -
which is then reflected onto me. Rapport is such a luxury, don't you find?
~ ~ ~ ~
N, I'm copying you in on this as I suspect that due to work commitments
and
his occasional social swanning around, your "husband" may not get the
chance to see this in time. I hope you don't mind giving him a gentle
"prompt" in the computer direction.
As usual, I hope wish you and Bubba Ive, a good day under today's grey
morning skies. I hope Bubba is chugging away nicely. Bless him.
Love
Y x
p.s. this is going up on today's Blog as I type ...
http://chineseblossoms.blogspot.co.uk/
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