exxon

uuurghgh! they've poked horsemouth with a stick and he's awake. last night (well, this morning actually) he dreamt of being a peacemaker - mind you he was pushing a bicycle up a hill at the time (in the midst of a crowd of people pushing bicycles up a hill). wednesday he is involved in a painful decision making process.

horsemouth has stopped saving - but at least he has some savings - it's not like he's already mortgaged his future work.

in his wanderings (falafel wrap waterloo three squid) at dolden street near gambia street horsemouth found a house once occupied by mary wollstonecraft (mind you the week before he'd fund another st. alfege church in a backstreet). he dipped into tate modern and felt slightly out of place reading marguerite duras' bloodthirsty if fictionalised account of torturing nazi collaborators (in the wartime diaries during the liberation of paris) while surrounded by peaceable (if bored) euroyouth.

on his way into work yesterday several streets were blocked off - he thinks it's an unexploded german bomb discovered on a building site.

monday was the anniversary of not one but two tanker disasters - what are the odds? horsemouth and ross once wrote a song about the exxon valdez tanker disaster - sadly they sang it valdez not valdeeez - over the years it mutated from folksong to rave anthem to rave anthem with slide guitar - the rave version (written by mickey mann pressure of speech) became the basis of his tracks x-0n and x-beats.