Chris Sealy Of Bristol & Great Rift Africas Wild Heart Fire

I watched this program and I found something lacking. Yeah "Moan and moan about it but do not do anything".

The commentator was explaining about the vultures in Africa who track a kill of a Zebra by a Lion, but did not show where the Vulturs got the kill to themselves, by chacing the lions. I did not know the amount of the carcass, the vultures manage to get. All of a sudden there is no lion, and lots of vultures; then he went into talking about the heirachy of lions. Bring back Attenborough, or teach them to educate us better. Ranting again after the demise of a man I knew.

Went to a funeral of this 'friend' of mine. I have known him for sometime. First it was as a punk lad who wanted to change the world. Then it was vey finely divided; I never understood him. We might pass each other without saying OK to eachother. Then again we might bump into each other and have and argument over nothing really.

After the service we all moved out and people started going to the burial place. I lost my friend, who drove me there, and was in the car park, most propubly suspected as a car criminal. Then this guy who was well dressed in a very not ordinary way, walked up to me and asked me, "Who was that funeral about, someone famous." "Famous? No. Poupular yeah man, this is not even 'alf of the people he knew, that came for the funeral." I shall not forget that.

That is not all I remember of Chris. After a big party at the Love Mountain, I went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea in the morning. I was very much on the tripped way as it has been in those parties. He was holding a baby in his arms and said, This is my son, don't he fucking look like me." The look on his eyes were; I do not like to explain as there are nothing. Frigging proud or what? I felt so bloody close to him, I wept.

Later I heard there was a death during that party and I made up my mind. It is animal feelings and there are no words to express it here or any other time, I mean the feelings of what he had to carry through. Man! he will be a big loss to this Bristol City, but people who has not seen each other for a very long time forgot their differences and were there together; all except me I suppose. But then it is another long, long and stupid strory.



I am a selfish person.


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The Day After Tomorrow

The name of the city of Bristol will have to go back to it's original name; Bristow or even before. Tell them, the foreign bastards to go and fuck themselves. I am not a fascist or any crede. Like Bombay turned into Mombai. And Burma turned into Mynamar. what does it tell you about the foreigners who went? They could not pronounce "M" properly. Ahh the future changes! I loves it!



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