BTW if you really want to experience down and out I can recommend any Scottish low rent area like Craigmillar where half bricks littered the roads and all the council houses have barred first floor windows
There was I, the original poor starving artist, sitting in my one room painting water colours of Edinburgh for sale to American tourists and thinking that I could easily have been another well known Austrian artist had I the necessary hate and bigotry to blame others for my failures.
There were a couple of parallels I could draw between orwells character and myself, so I took this as an Awful Warning and hastened my attempts to better myself.
If theres one thing above all else that will keep your chin up, its being cheerful and optimistic despite all indications to the contrary.
I make no secret of relying heavily upon my childhood memories which thanks to my parents were mainly blissfull. I suspect my mother deliberately planned our holidays to be reminiscent of her favourite books from her own childhood because we went to Cornwall and Devon when I was reading the Famous Five books and later to East Anglia when I was reading Arthur Ransomes Norfolk Broads adventures, well at least I went sailing down at Aldeburgh.
I drew heavily on these same memories to bring up Asherah in a happy setting although the medium was often my O gauge trains on the living room floor. We also went beach combing at the well named (by me) Dirty Beach on the Howard Beach causeway where weird Indian people float little clay pots with candles in.
Thats it folks, arthritis is winning and i darent do any more Tramadol for a few hours.
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