... and so we'll set a man to watch...

horsemouth (feeble memory) consults his diary again.

autumn in the morning - raging summer in the afternoon. horsemouth wandered over to canning town but found nothing to tickle his fancy there. having polished off richard brautigan's the hawkline monster: a gothic western in double quick time the day before, he moved on to reading ismail kadare's the triple arched bridge - this too he polished off in record time (proof that he can get the reading done when he wants to). it's not broken april or the file on h but it's pretty good (horsemouth also recommends the siege).

there is of course something structuralist about a bridge that connects two opposite shores, that is a solid above the water below, that connects the living and the dead - horsemouth is reminded of the story haddon tells of headhunters convinced that government men were coming for them to steal their heads and stick them in the concrete of infrastructure projects, the opies report something similar in their discussion of 'london bridge is falling down' - a bridge that (in the children's rhyme is constantly knocked down and has to be rebuilt - the monk colechurch was buried in the bridge so that he could watch over it in death 'and so we'll set a man to watch'. 

 horsemouth is also (billy goats gruff style) interested by the rise of trolls under bridges - specifically homeless trolls (having a troll for your bridge is getting quite popular in the seaside towns).

horsemouth is tempted to buy a tent (not that he goes camping much) - just because it's a good buy really and is 400g lighter than his existing tent.

today there's a stick in the wheel gig and later a meeting of the monkey. sunday is the anniversary of the first (successful) musicians of bremen gig. howard is nearly there with his solo album - which features only one vocal contribution from horsemouth and (possibly) his guitar on two songs.

horsemouth has started learning green manalishi for his project with andrew minty - it's a twisted kind of blues with a flash gordon-esque 'chug' to it.