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SILLY NACHO LEGS – THE PHONY GURU




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ANGEL TAXI DRIVER ?

Guess who’s back folks? Its been a while.



Third podcast features a fragmented conversation about parenting advice – well
sort of. Time being precious, a taxi drive like no other and being a detective
to track down my father.











Music by Dave Hoang, Ash Collings and Paul Weller on drums.

Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on September 29, 2021September 29, 2021Categories
Blog, People, vlog, happinessTags Blog, father, parent, Parenting, ThoughtsLeave
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AUGUST 10TH THE TRAGEDY OF R’COL

Alright folks, this is my second podcast. Going at it alone in this episode.

This episode features – the last events of me uncle Col. Being more empathetic,
mental illness, promiscuous precipitation, running for charity and Bob Geldof.





I’m raising money for mind charity

If you’d like to donate you can via link

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R’Col


POPPED MY (PODCAST) CHERRY

Ive decided to step into unknown waters and create my first podcast. Not gonna
lie at the time I was nervous and under caffeinated so excuse my ramblings.

Podcast guest is Jasun Horsley author of 16 Maps of hell. Which I previously
have reviewed. We discuss 16 Maps of hell, Rudy Steiner, turning water into coke
cola and having an adventure in the mundane.









Continue reading “Popped my (Podcast) cherry”
Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on May 23, 2021May 24, 2021Categories
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16 MAPS OF HELL

Andy Nowiki had posted a photo on Instagram. The photograph was of the front
cover of the book named Vice of kings – highly recommended by Nowiki. Also its
when I first came aware of the name Jasun Horsley.

So naturally being an inquisitive stalker that I am (only by night). Interested
by Nowicki’s recommendation I thought who’s this cat on his soap box taking a
pop at the superculture?

Deciding to pursue this Mr Horsley guy to the ends of the internet. Obviously
for my own self interest to see what this fellow had to say.

Searching the web. Leaving no stone left unturned. Listening and watching
countless podcasts that he appeared on. I was beyond intrigued with what Jasun
had to say. The guy was full to the brim of information and ideas that blew my
mind.

He came across to me as some mystic teacher who I had been searching for all my
life. Every youtube video I watched of him from the early years up to the
present. I became in awe of the chap and what he had to say. The guy seemed
genuine. (Okay. I’ll resist fangirling anymore) 



When I staggered across this video below. Is when he had my fullest interest:

*Jasun Horsley & The Skrauss on the parallels between Roman Polanski & Jeffrey
Epstein: Polanski’s rise to prominence in Hollywood & proximity to the
underground Hollywood*

   (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idDB-gBmk78&feature=emb_title)



Without hestitation I headed to his website and I ordered myself a copy of 16
Maps of hell. I was an addict. And now I needed to get high to his new supply. 

Days into reading 16 maps of hell strange happenings occurred at my humble
abode. The oven caught fire three days before Christmas. Now you can call it
coincidence or possibly sods law. However I’m not ruling out that maybe it
could’ve been stranger dark forces are at play.

The morning after I came downstairs to find the boiler had also decided to pack
in. I was welcomed by a puddle of water. It not only ruined my morning but it
put me right off my porridge. This was definitely without a shadow of any doubt
a curse on my house because of the gift I had purchased from Jasun Horsley?



16 Maps is a book which not only makes you question the inner workings and the
dark underbelly of Hollywood. But also it will make you also question your
identity. Who am I? Who are we? Of course this has troubled a lot of people from
the dawn of time and without any doubt still does. I know it has bothered me
from when I can first remember.

16 maps has everything.

From the Manson murders. Rich Boys clubs, incestuial pop artist, secret
soceities, a possessed Heath ledger, wild S&M sex parties, the Gay mafia.

Harvey Winstein to Jeffery Epstein. Not forgetting vietnamese vampires. Yeah you
heard me correctly, goddamn, shit-sucking vietnamese vampires! 

This is only part of the book and its bursting at the seams full to the brim of
tonnes of information you can get your teeth into.

I found myself completely immersed. On many occasions I googled the references
that the book provides. Again plentiful and I found to be useful.

When it came to the personal sections of the book I enjoyed Jasun’s honesty.
This on many occasions occurs quite frequently throughout the book. Especially
when Jasun has a close encounter with David Thewlis. 

I don’t want to spoil this book for anyone. Hence why I am choosing to keep this
review quite short and vague.

I don’t want to give anything away. Maybe it’s because I’m an only child. Or
maybe I have come across something that’s so frightfully delicious and you aint
having a slice of my share. Its my precious. So you can go and get your own
copy. 



https://auticulture.com/liminalist/16-maps-of-hell-campaign/

I encourage you to go and get yourself a copy of 16 maps of hell. Take the
plunge on a journey to the depths of mystery and depravity. 

Instead of consuming your time scrolling aimlessly in Zuckerberg’s playground.
Forget that place and bomb off the diving board straight into the pool with an
open mind.  You might just learn something. I know I have. 

So you don’t wanna fork out. You can borrow my copy. Yeah right, on your bike.
Get your own.


WHO’D APPRECIATE THIS BOOK? 

I’d recommend this book to anyone who is intrigued about Hollywood and its
suspect history and inner workings. 

It appears the author has done his homework and has done, brilliantly. And as I
have said previously in this book it has got me to question my own identity. I’m
now under the impression after all these years that I have been mis-sold. Was
this Jasun’s intention? Who knows your guess is as good as mine. If so how did
he do that you ask? Well I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself.



https://auticulture.com/liminalist/16-maps-of-hell-campaign/

https://www.altrightnovelist.com/ Andy Nowiki.

Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on February 24, 2021February 24, 2021Categories
Blog, Uncategorized, workTags Blog, review2 Comments on 16 maps of Hell


CHRISTMAS CHAIR

There’s an empty seat at the table this Christmas.

The chair where you sat will remain empty forever. Like the hole that you have
left in my heart.


This year you will be missed. Missed like a misplaced jigsaw piece.


Next year you will be missed. And the year after that as well.

I will raise a glass to the stars and to the memories of you.

Your seat at the table will remain vacant forever. Always.


Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on December 25, 2020Categories Death, poetryTags
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SLEEPING IS CHEATING

I’ve not had a proper nights sleep for 16 months.

Well I think its been 16 months.

I’ve lost track.

I should’ve done a tally by marking the tree wallpaper with a sharpie pen.

Every night without fail my baby wakes me up.

I’ve worked out on average. I roughly get about an hours sleep.

I’ve got work in the morning.

I’ll spend my day functioning on auto pilot.

Some days I don’t remember a thing about my shift.

I’ll start.

Then I’ll leave.

In between its all a blur.

She carries on giggling and laughing.

I could swear she’s goading me. 

I love my child. But for fucks sake go to sleep you little cunt

We live in a one bedroom flat.

In hindsight before me and my girlfriend even contemplated about having a sprog
of our own we should’ve sold up and moved. 

I need this little fucker of joy to zip it and go to sleep.

The only way in which she will cease is if I grab her by her tiny leg, swing and
smash her head against the wall until she no longer makes a noise.

Suppose I could smother her with the blanket that she has become accustomed to.

Or I could strap her in her pram and take her for a walk and leave her to freeze
in the dead of night. 

There’s a full box of co-codamol somewhere.  That I bought because I’ve been
suffering with a stiff neck. They help to take a slight fraction of the ache
away.

By the way they’re for me the not my baby. I’m not a complete lunatic. 

Considering downing the entire box with a bottle of whisky. In the hope that my
heart will stop beating from being submerged from this early hour cocktail.





I need sleep. I could sleep for days. No weeks. Scrap that months, years.

This is torture.

The only light at the end of this never ending tunnel is that of the morning Sun
light that creeps through the vertical blinds.

This informs me that another night has passed. Once again without much sleep.
And now she sleeps.



Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on August 28, 2020August 28, 2020Categories Blog,
fiction, horror, poetry, Self Help, UncategorizedTags Blog, Blogging, child,
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Sleeping is cheating


DOWN KEY

There are moments where I just sit at my computer looking at images of her.

From when I first held her in my arms.

She gets older as I continue to view the endless snapshots.

There’s also videos of her.

Her giggle hasnt changed.

Hours pass as I stare at the screen. As if she’s gone.
The only thing that’s gone is the time that wont return.

She’s growing up. And all I can do is hit the down key.

Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on June 29, 2020June 29, 2020Categories Blog,
Parenting, poetryTags Blog, daughter, memory, parent, Parenthood, Parenting,
peaceful parenting, poetryLeave a comment on Down Key


BLACKBIRD

Every morning as I leave for work my car is covered in bird shit.

I wipe the freshly laid speckles of turd from my car with baby wipes.

I used to wash my car.

But I think what’s the point. When every morning it’ll be covered in shite
again.

As I go to get into my car. I hear a chirp.

I look up.

And on the roof. There’s a black bird that chirps in a sadistic way. Tormenting
me.

I swear I see it smirk.

I know and the bird knows. There will be fresh shite again on my car in the
morning.









Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on May 7, 2020May 7, 2020Categories Birdwatching,
Blog, crude, fiction, meaning of life, poetry, UncategorizedTags Birdwatching,
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BlackBird


I HATE PEOPLE AND SHIT COFFEE

Our First trip away to Chester. 

You booked and paid for the hotel. If I remember, you paid for most things on
that trip. Although, I did pay for my return train ticket. 

I met you on the train with two Costa coffees.

You weren’t feeling too good. You were feeling anxious but I didn’t know this at
the time I thought you were acting up.

After one train then a rail replacement bus service that took us to another
train station so we can get another train. We finally arrive at our destination.

The Hotel you booked is top notch. We get shown to our room which is something
out of this world.

However we’re a bit pissed as the room you booked had a picture of Oscar Wilde
on the wall. And this one, is of some old guy with a handle bar mustache that is
class but who’s name has escaped me.

We go out for some food. I tell you about a place a friend has highly
recommended. So we go in search for the pub in question.

After a few wrong turns and poor google map readings from myself we finally
arrive at the pub.

The food is basic – microwave grub. The ale is cheap tho. We eat our nuked food
and neck our drinks and head back to the hotel.

Back at the room. You call for room service and ask for an ice bucket to cool
the un-refrigerated bottles of Pinot. That we bought from bargain booze on the
way back from the Nuke Ale House.

The next morning.

We went for breakfast, which was extra and you also paid for.

The Maitre D gets us a table and asks whether we would like tea or coffee. We
both asked for coffee. As we both took a sip, you put the cup down in disgust.
To which you said with your volume button set to normal.


I HATE SHIT COFFEE.

We head out so that you can buy yourself a new dress. You wanted to look nice
for our meal and believe me you did.



Once back at the hotel to rest our feet from over sight seeing. I book a table
at some place we both liked the look of online. Because after the day walking
around shopping we’re both burnt out from interacting with people.

You order another an ice bucket from room service. To try and get the toasty
Pinot down to a cool enjoyable drinkable temperature.

As you begin to get ready you’re reluctant to let me see you without makeup.
“Don’t look at me I’m hideous”.

You’re not I tell you. You didn’t.

I said wait a minute I’ve got something in my bag for you.

In a nervous smile. “You haven’t?” you say.

Unsure about what you meant. I went and grabbed the lush bath bomb I had bought
for you as a gift. You said “Thank god. I thought you were gonna propose”.

Fuck me I was crazy about you. I mean who wouldn’t be even without your eyebrows
on. I wear my heart on my sleeve and it was early days. I was still debating if
you were the one. Of course you were the one. I’m just being a twat.

We head to the restaurant. I get the directions on google maps. We get lost,
again.

We agree in future and for our relationship to work and succeed that I can no
longer be trusted to be in charge of directions. I blame Google.

We arrive at the restaurant. A place with no light bulbs, well not in use
anyway. Some light up the bar area but other than that the place is lit by tea
lights.

The meal is fantastic. The service is even better we are left to eat. The only
interruption is when they removed the clean plates from the table.

None of this, “Is everything okay with your meal?” Waiting for a reply when you
have a mouth stuffed full of food.

We contemplate going for a few more drinks. We walk past several bars but we
think against it. Its heaving, full to the brim of people who are loud and have
more front than Blackpool.

Heading back to the hotel. Not before picking up a few bottles of Pinot and some
snacks. You ask me to keep dixie. You go in a closed shop doorway. So that you
can take your stockings off because they kept falling down.

The next day on the way home. Back to normality. We get into Liverpool there’s
some street artist jumping through rings of fire.

Loads of people have gathered. All clapping. Its cringing.



You turn to me.

Look at me with those beautiful wolf like eyes and say,


I HATE PEOPLE















 









Author Silly Nacho LegsPosted on May 5, 2020May 5, 2020Categories Blog, poetry,
Pub, Uncategorized, vlog, happinessTags Blog, Chester, Google, loveofmylife,
memory, poetry, realism, Thoughts, women


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