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Blue Mountains Photos, Remembering Foster’s Adverts and Royal Princesses

Fair play to Mourinho, I liked his ‘truth’ interview about injuries. I’m sorry to anybody who wants me to continue ‘demonising’ him, but I thought it was a good response, and I like the way he went through several of his players. Funnily enough, that attention to detail is something that connected some of the Great Songwriters I’ve been watching recently (High Flying Birds’ Gallagher and Stereophonics’ Jones) in the Channel 4 programme, and something I think I achieved in XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, after building up to it with Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps; thinking that’s what had set the great rock musicians apart, and Axl Rose’s epics in particular.

Battling for Blondes

That’s what I don’t like about Marklemania, especially the putting her above Ivanka Trump, as I read in an article this morning, saying Ivanka must want to be Meghan.

I find Markle pretty average looking, and while she has some good attributes, she’s put being a princess before her work (after posing outside Buckingham Palace a few years ago), when Cressida Bonas did the opposite; the latter decision seems a better example for women from the feminist viewpoint of which Markle is supposed to be such a champion.

Blue Mountains Parrots, Waterfall and Three Sisters

The Blue Mountains are a great day-trip from Sydney, 50 kilometres (31 miles) west, with colourful parrots easily seen in lush greenery, a waterfall and the Three Sisters mountains: reminiscent of the greenYgrey world’s Three Princesses: Kate, Cressida and Lottie; still under Queen Kate Moss.

Australia must be even more beautiful now Amber Heard is there, although they are of course recovering from the loss of Holly Valance to London. I wonder if Miss Heard decided to emigrate to Oz after seeing the Foster’s Amber Nectar adverts

For those who think I drink golden ales because of blonde women, well, lager is amber blonde anyway, so I could just drink that, as I like it too, if it was colour-defined!

Here’s my three photos from the Blue Mountains:

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Australian Sunset Photos for POPolutionaries: Has Amber Heard?

I saw several stories I thought I should comment on, but then remembered I’m in the POP age now, so I should just ignore the chatter, even if Reggie Yates (will Chuku Umunna call him vile like he does Donald Trump?) and Lily Allen stories showed why I was right to criticise Russell Brand’s revolutionaries. I also watched The Riot Club recently, which I think showed the kind of revolutionary riot culture Brand stands for, and where most of his supporters come from; a kind of Marquis de Sade – Aleister Crowley do what thou wilt (rich and/or manipulative men) ethos.

If women like that then fine, but from the post-Weinstein scandal fall-out it doesn’t seem to be for most of them, although they think they have no choice at the time.

I did once joke that my L.A. metal name would be Marcy de Sad (inspired by names from bands like Guns N’ Roses, Faster Pussycat and Love/Hate), combining my name, wordplaying on Sade and incorporating my bipolarity; and I think humans should be as free as possible to do what they want, like Crowley, but without harming anything else.

My Ethical Celibacy Positive Twisted Weird Negative

In total contrast, I thought I should ask you to let Amber Heard know about this blog post, with parody comedy based on real amour (thinking Pepe Le Puy!), using the parodying Twitter viralism hashtag #hah (has amber heard), as she’s apparently in Oz now, but then thought she should know by now (Hank Melvin’s song, written by Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff, comes to mind; by the way, I added that Jagger was particularly greenYgreying and that ‘summer’ should be changed to ‘winter’ in yesterday’s blog post; not that I prefer winter to summer, quite the opposite in fact, and for negative-greenYgrey conspiracy theorists, Jagger is still going strong, while the Starman has unfortunately passed away, albeit at the grand old age of 70; If you don’t know me by now), and must think I’m not worthy of romance. I was thinking fondly of Cressida Bonas last week too, but guess she doesn’t think of me as a true blue!

Those types of women have always been my favourites, with early versions Debbie Harry, Brigitte Bardot and Britt Eklund. I liked ABBA’s Agnetha when I was 10 because of her face and hair, not the apparently large bum she’s got; that I hadn’t even noticed until watching recent documentaries about her.

While I’ve been concentrating on sunrises over the last decade I was more of a sunset person before, due to being more of a night-owl than an early-bird. Here’s some photos I took in Australia in 1989, showing I loved natural beauty back then too, before I met all the people from the 1990s who think they’re a big influence on me, with the first one a true Blue Peter POP (PinkyOrangePurple) one I made before:

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Blue Planet 2 Barrier Reef 5

To celebrate the first five episodes so far shown of seven, with therefore two to go, in the Blue Planet second series, here’s five more photos from my dive course on the Australian Barrier Reef in 1989. I’m in the first photo, as I just noticed from my tattoo, but not the others.

I Love Ocean Creatures

I loved the garibaldi fish trying to keep its locality fertile in the last episode, like a human environmentalist or farmer; and the clever octopus, knowing how to defend itself against a lovely looking pyjama shark, using knowledge of shark biology and complex camouflage.

A group of us who travelled up from working in Sydney rented the underwater camera. As well as the stingray I and my dive partner also saw a giant turtle, but didn’t have the camera then.

I would of course return to Oz to write Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. The latest episode of Australian Wilderness with Ray Mears was in the Walpole Forest, a beautiful big nature reserve, where WoO started; and starred a cute quokka.

Meanwhile, back in Blighty, tonight’s Countryfile focuses on the Cleveland Way mostly coastal path. The walking route I’ve walked the most on in the U.K., with the coastal path my favourite part, although Helmsley to the North Yorkshire Moors was very nice too; the Moors are interesting and an important nature reserve.

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Rio de Janeiro from Christ Statue Photos

Having previously posted one photo from my trip to the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro in 1994, here’s the rest:

Walking up to it, with two fellow traveller women:

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View to Sugar Loaf, and my favourite city scene in the world:

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View the other way, north I think:

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Another favourite city scene became the cover star of the last of the greenYgrey trilogy:

Mourinho: Damien-Omen Devil or Bilbo-Frodo Hobbit? Match of the Day: Salford Devils or Devilgate Whistleblowers

While the images of Mourinho and Fred ‘the Red’, Manchester United’s devil mascot, reflecting their devil logo and nickname; while early mascot, the Baphometesque Billy ‘the Goat’ is kept under covers in the museum; captured on Match of the Day prove Mourinho walks alongside a representation of the ultimate in evil according to the Bible, the relationships are still unclear, and only those living in the Salford Devil’s Triangle probably know the truth.

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Parody Comedy… I Think

I would just like to clarify that I’m writing this is parody comedy, but if David Icke is right about devil-worshipping paedophiles running the country/world, as he has been about some things, then there may be some truth in it. I have no proof though.

Mourinho: The Special One

I’ve liked Mourinho’s personality most of the time I’ve known about him, and his right-hand man Ibrahimovic, but I now realise it was because of their fondness for being the Devil’s Advocate or King Contrary Man: both with connections to the Devil.

Looking up The Cult’s King Contrary Man lyrics I was reminded of Mourinho’s meeting with Fred ‘the Red’ Devil at Old Trafford last week:

I took a while and thought about it
Down at the crossroads temptin’ fate
I took a while and thought about it
Down at the crossroads temptin’ fate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You can take my soul
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You can take my soul
Take my soul
I want it all, yeah

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The last line of the song seems to sum up Mourinho’s ambition, remembering him declaring himself the Special One when he arrived in England. Then he was reported to have contacted Manchester United to ask for the job, rather than them luring him there with a devilish offer.

So I think Mourinho is more Damien-Omen than a Lord of the Rings hero, but there’s still a little bit of me wondering if he could be the victim of a wicked plot, and the Salford Devil’s Triangle has been affecting him since the Chelsea v Swansea game, like Mordor and the (Lanca)shire, when he seemed to lose his mind… the goodness and good cheer it once had anyway!

 

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Damien in The Omen

BBC and Match of the Day

 

I love the BBC and Match of the Day, like the teddy bears I once had, and the heatwave summers and snowdrift winters I remember (saw first snow of the winter this afternoon, after a lovely sunny earlier day). Obviously there were bad elements to all of them… except my teddies!

I wondered why they showed Mourinho with Fred ‘the Red’ before the Brighton game. Was it without reason, or was there a reason; and what was it if there was a reason. Were they (Illuminati/Lizards at Old Trafford/BBC) providing subliminal messages supporting devilry; using Mourinho as an unsuspecting celebrity (Devil’s) advocate, or were they acting as investigatory reporters, looking for a ‘Watergate’? If they were looking for a ‘Devilgate’ it reminds me of Suzi Quatro:

When the BBC decided to move to Salford Quays (2004 – 2007) the Jimmy Savile and Stuart Hall cases were still secret (revealed in 2012), so the move to a venue in the middle of two ‘Devils’ teams ties in with David Icke’s devil-worshipping paedophiles theory… circumstantially!

I previously blogged about Salford University, which could have provided a triangle with the two sports grounds before the BBC moved there, after my student colleague who had a sinful, if stereotypical, relationship with the Head of Department got a job there after university, and then Manchester Arena bomber Abedi was reported to have studied there.

I thought it was a coincidence that she’d got a job near the home of Manchester United then, but the (negative) coincidences have just kept happening in Salford since.

Conspiracy Theories ‘It’s So Easy!’; Watford Tricked into Contributing to Imperfect 6?

I’ve been listening to Guns N’ Roses Live at Perkins Palace 1987 while researching this, hence the heading. Rock music used to be my ‘religion’ back then, with football its ‘shadow’. Axl sounded great then, with a tirade about those who think they’re ‘rock stars’. Clubbing took over in the 1990s, while football emerged back into prominence, as I’ve mentioned here before.

My ‘Opposition’ Angle to Manchester Devil Conspiracy

So when I chose a university, I chose Leeds, as I’d supported United since 1970 (I know joking about chameleonising will probably confuse the matter, greenYgrey-style, making Leeds fans think I’m just trying to camouflage myself amongst them, getting benefits or safety, but it’s the ones that haven’t believed me that make me joke about it, and inspired my thoughts of ‘chameleonising’; the green and gold socks I had in Oz were probably down to price, although I might have also joked about them being Aussie, or helping me fit in, knowing my sense of humour, which was the same then: self-proclaimed genius with self-parody.

I never even bought any AC/DC or Rose Tattoo merchandise in Australia, despite being a fan since 1980, and being described as looking like Bon Scott, whose death had been instrumental in making me a rock fan, via singles of AC/DC with him singing re-released. I had a Guns N’ Roses t-shirt, as seen on the cover of the Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, not seeing much further than them and American metal at the time

This season I’ve liked Manchester City in the Premier League because they’re playing the best football… and in sky blue. I know it’s silly, but I’ve always preferred blue to red. Ironically, that was the theme of the Gnomeo and Juliet movie that I watched recently!

My computer froze there; tech gremlins or devil dealing, I don’t know; and I’ve probably written enough for a blog anyway.

Vicarage Road Quietened by Red Devils Attempt at 666

I was going to write about my research into the 55 that Fred ‘the Red’ Manchester United mascot wears, but will save it to another day; I hope to survive until then.

I will just add that Manchester United got an imperfect 6 last night, with Watford scoring 2 of the 6 goals. Mourinho was disappointed that Manchester United hadn’t scored 5 or 6 by the time Watford started scoring after 70 minutes; maybe Mourinho wanted 6 by the 66th minute!?

 

 

 

 

Mourinho Deals with Devil in Public Display, Captured by Match of the Day

I thought Manchester United might be trying to exorcise their demons after the David Icke fiasco brought their devil-dealing under public scrutiny, on this blog at least, but if anything it has made them more devil-may-care, as Mourinho was shown summoning the Devil to what could be considered a crossroads of his career meeting, captured on Match of the Day  BBCiplayer (U.K.).

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The plot thickened even further when I looked up the name of the mascot on Wikipedia, (Fred ‘the Red’), as I saw one of their first mascots, from 1905-09, was a certain ‘Billy the Goat’, whose preserved head is still on display in the club’s museum.

As David Icke said in his show, goat symbolism has had particular significance in the occult, copying the old pagan god Pan, who was half goat and half human. That developed into Baphomet, an occult deity said to have been worshipped by the Knights Templar among others.

Fred ‘the Red’ doesn’t have the numbers 666 on his back. He wears 55.

Disclaimer: I don’t believe there’s anything sinister really, and the above is mostly parody comedy to highlight how people look for the most sublime reasons for luck or bad luck in nature, while missing or ignoring something that has much more obvious significance if you believe in religion and the power of icons.

 

Coati Quality (Coality) Time at Iguazo Waterfall Photos

I had a nice day at the Iguazo waterfalls in 1994, with the bonus of meeting a friendly coati. I’d previously seen properly wild ones in the Pantanal, but this one looked used to human treats:

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You can see Iguazo best from afar in Brazil, and close-up in Argentina:

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David Icke Satanism Talk stopped at Manchester United Devil Logo Ground: Conspiracy with a Twist

Having discussed Manchester United being nicknamed the Red Devils last week, with the devil dominating their club badge, I thought I’d check out what David Icke had said about such symbols, as I’d watched this video below before, and blogged about it, and had wondered why he hadn’t mentioned them then, as he talked about Satanic symbolism and alien controllers feeding off energy and emotion at big sporting and music events:

So I searched David Icke last night, and lo and behold, the two subjects of my interest appeared together straight away, with David Icke having been stopped from staging a performance at Manchester United a few days previously; the day after my blog post actually, although I had no idea about it.

I find it strange that David Icke would even try to stage it at Old Trafford, home of the Red Devils, after what he said in the above video: is he not creating the same kind of energy and emotion, and in a venue with the most obvious Satanic symbolism.

On a side issue, that reminded me that they’d found higher energy levels at some mountains they think could be ancient pyramids in Bosnia, recently featured on Unexplained Files… which is sponsored on Quest by my media provider, Virgin; as well as U.F.O.s the Lost Evidence, which has all the latest evidence, being made this year.

Moreover, Icke didn’t mention it in his complaints about it, instead framing it just as a freedom of speech issue. Is Icke not ‘connecting the dots’ as he likes to advise his audience?

That’s not a big criticism of Icke, whose videos I enjoy, and like the global religion history information, even if I don’t agree with all his theories.

There was no mention of this blog in any of the news media either, and my computer system’s had a couple of attacks/loss-of-internet in the last couple of days; the first blocked by my security provider and the second sorted out by me; hence the late post!

Although it was a heavenly sky blue day today as well, with a lovely yellow-looking sun!

Australian Snowy Mountains Fiction Followed Fact: My 1 Skiing Day

I’ve only skied one day in my life, and that was in Australia. I don’t think I even knew there was skiing in Australia until I went there, and maybe not even until the weekend was suggested. I’d flown into Darwin, and travelled east to Townsville before heading down to Sydney, but the Snowy Mountains was the farthest south I went.

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It was suggested by others on the trip, as most of the domestic ones I went on in and after university were. But all my creative writing is mine: I revisited the area just over twenty years later through fantasy rambling by mostly Google Maps and Wikipedia; along with memories of my travels in Werewolf of Oz.

In 1989 we stayed in Jindabyne, while the Werewolf of Oz highlights included characters from the Perishers cartoon strip in the Perisher Valley, berry poetry in Berridale and a pigeon cooing story from Western Australia re-emerging in Cooma, linking back to the start of the rambling storyline.

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Jindabyne Skiing, Snowy Mountains

Getting kitted out:

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It was the end of the season there, and the ski lifts etc weren’t working, so it was a case of hiking around and up the hills/mountains:

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And then skiing/falling down, reminiscent of Eddie ‘the Eagle’:

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We also had to walk across a river at the end of the day; I led the way, knowing a shower wasn’t far away!:

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