horsemouth tends to suffer when he drinks (not that it stops him you understand so he is not deserving of your sympathy). last night (until this morning) he had the excuse that he was making music (with andrew minty, a guy called pete on bass, a guy called phil on harmonica, denise, morven, siobhan, various others at various times). he enjoyed it enormously but horsemouth must admit to being a little loud (sorry children).day two
horsemouth is back amongst you at his full (slightly manic) strength. having surfaced from under the hangover (er. sunday mostly) he is now back to cheerfulness and is able (at last) to take pleasure in the musical achievements of saturday night. he has to admit he does look a bit crazed in the photos.
he thanks andrew minty and martin for dragging him out. as far as horsemouth can remember the setlist went something like this (got my) mojo working, eagle (by abba), silver raven, (inexplicably not painbirds), I still miss someone and big river johnny cash (but not dark as a dungeon), catfish blues, backdoor man, power in the blood, how great thou art, naviagator, who do you love, sometimes our dreams (float like anchors) ... and thereafter his memory is blurred. he was a cheerful creature on the bus journey home.
day four
before they went out saturday night there were tarot cards - not the usual rider-waite ones but the dangerous vorticist crowley ones. strangely (though he wasn’t aware of it) sorrow was upmost on his mind - the weekend offered debauch - the rest is unclear (or has grown fuzzy in horsemouth’s memory) - all good stuff.
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