part of my life
trashed
reversed society
different twisted routes
posh schoolfriends... first black person I met whose dad was ambassador of Euthopia. Good to be introduced to Fresh prince bel air.
others... merchant banker of Hong Kong
any others.. friends of other privileged families - foreign family set you up
My folks put me in public school, desperate from failed hotel business in Cornwall when we moved to a village spurred to restart another deserted coal-mining forest area on back of previous successful pubs. whole 50-year gap matter so clear my brothers had such amazing lives with perfect parents
I was the one when parents couldn't afford that education, who ended in trailer park when I was at university. I'm sure luck is the worldful factor in life. Really painful when huge effort I make, surrounded by failure
I dwell in this root
~raped~ by girls in our student house I moved into 2nd year - sexy Thai girl & a fat one which was my first demoralising experience with SA when offer of threesome got me disturbed, refusing to have my clothes removed - my mistake - for their gain / mockery leading to my aggression
All female boarding houses of my 3 schools terrified me by their make-up, jewellery, dresses and tiara-weilding
Naturally being a bit prone to strange luck should just make the best of life. Compounded trampled on by siblings with wealthy, uneducated siblings houses,
cars, daughters (all posed for marriage with posh(lawyers)), holidays,
my best girlfriends set up as lawyers, getting my public school aid of posh English mentoring, still trampled and walked away, touting with tie round neck naked 'byee!' I was taken to opera - BBC Proms - gifts of gleaming cufflinks from the mummy. Driven by strong, excited parents who motivate. Go dance, Billy Elliott. mid-70s age parents aren't useful. School involved a coach to watch trooping the colour... :clap:crying:
What a rant. Bit of piano-playing glamourous smilers, sport-players who do nothing, just reaping money. Sadly beyond reach of being killed by feisty haters, having their special bodyguards. How did Mr J Lennon get into that mess? Glad he did. Guilded wreaths of the loud-voiced who deserve to be guilty & suffer
people living in muck with sordid carpets, pet hair & poo without hot water, on benefits, don't breed with siblings, producing several-headed children; don't put them in public school. Try to find an intact condom