GDPR

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The 3lack 3ox is full of recordings - and the content is being released into the public domain. GDPR laws mean that the original transcripts containing Kit’s words have been scheduled for publishing.

I've listened to my fears. I've cast the original, and whole posts over into 2065 / 2066 , they have been scheduled to post forty years in the future. Both Kit and I will be dead by then, I'm pretty sure of that!

I guess we are both in our 60s now.

It has taken me all day - to hastily edit all the transcripts - I am completely drained, listening to Swans - The Seer - on repeat!

It has made me cry to do this.

The being dead part, is hard.

The lunacy of this situation too.

But, there are some positives to this massacre of the posts - the edited transcripts are all online. Primarily it now means that what I write is all me as far as a reader is concerned. That I can tell the story entirely from my own point of view. The actual dialogue in the future posts - gives the reader a flavour of his voice and personality. But here and now, in the 2020s I don't have to be fair...that might be good for me?

So sleepy, stiff and cold now.

I need my bed.

Slowly slowly, the transcripts with paraphrased content, for publishing this year be gently nudged back into coherence..

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