on viewing the new rent silos (and the empty boarded up estates of social housing awaiting demolition)

'come friendly bombs...
fall on the homes of conservative MPs,
on their first homes
and their second homes, on the ones they let out to their grannies and on their duck islands

come friendly bombs and smart bombs
fall and fly down the chimneys
of developers
delivering napalm like a bad santa -
'have you been good children?'
'well, have you?
eh?'

come friendly bombs
wait until the workers have gone home
and then
blast each rent farming silo back into nilotic mud
so that when ISIS come
they will not even be sure
that anything used to be there ...

come friendly bombs
'get it ready for the plough,
the cabbages are coming now'

so horsemouth went wandering about aimlessly with max. the bbc weather predicted sun and was is indeed sunny and a decent 20 degrees or so. (it will be the same today). later (after an email clarifying the political situation of the monkey-on-a-stick housing co-operative) horsemouth succumbed to anger and wrote a poem largely based on that 'extremist' john betjman's anti-suburb screed 'come friendly bombs (fall on slough)' . horsemouth is not against the suburbs or the country or the town - he is only against them as they currently exist.

earlier max had got on the 25. horsemouth went to up meet him at bow church station and then they wandered down through stroudly walk past the building where gandhi stayed during his time in london (and site of r.d.laing's therapeutic community - kingsley hall) . in the park alongside it there were new community facilities - max and horsemouth stopped for a game of ping-pong (well a knockabout really - neither play well enough for it to be worth scoring).

thence across the blackwall tunnel approach and down the canal from three mills then back up to the road again and across the bridge into the retail park on the site of the former gasworks. of course this whole area of retail park/ distribution warehouses/ small grade factories and (down towards the bow flyover) scrapyards sandwiched between the river lea and the dlr railwayline has got to look threatened by the encroaching blocks of commuter hutches and the rent farming silos on either side. the dust here from diggers labouring away ontop of mounds of shit hurts horsemouth's eyes and throat. there are a few pubs that never seem to open. the fear must be that it will go the way of 'city island' another ex-industrial site now sprouting tower-blocks later on horsemouth and max's itinerary just opposite bow ecology park (just south of the bow flyover).

 there horsemouth and max paused a bit to plan further wanderings and elected to try the trinity street estate in heavily rebuilt canning town - when they got there it was as horsemouth saw it last (on his similar wandering with paul clark) empty, tinned up and, in the words of a batman comic 'derelicts have been using it as a toilet' . there it sat in the sun still (as it has done for the last 3 years) waiting for the wrecking ball and the concrete nibbler - for social housing to end and for its replacement with more rent silos and 'affordable housing'.
feeling peckish our intrepid adventurers journeyed back across the flyover to chrisp street market, down backstreets past gentrification poodles painted on buildings by bow arts trust - but the curry hut was shut - after a brief and unsatisfactory lunch horsemouth set off to put max on the right road (and the quickest route) through the estates of east london to the royal london hospital - they parted company at stepney green and horsemouth returned via st. dunstan's, brickfields and the limehouse cut.

when the sun shines london becomes a kind of paradise.

 when he got home he ran his feet under the cold tap and had a lie down. this evening he goes to a gig (orchestre baobab) and a catch-up with some friends.