dogtown brexit ad verulam

horsemouth is hiding out up in the forest once again (but at a new location) - he’s found the back door key (this means he can feed the goldfish).

yesterday horsemouth was in st. albans (verulam) - or rather just outside st.albans near to the m25 - travel was made difficult by taking an estate agent’s word for it (it’s the nearest train station yes but that doesn’t mean it has the best transport links - horsemouth blundered about like a tourist - the locals were uncomprehending). he ended up in the nearby sainsburys waiting for the bus er. and then walking a substantial part of the way back because a bus doesn’t necessarily run to a railway station .

horsemouth hoped and feared the project might be a runner but it wasn’t - confronted by it he had to admit defeat - it’s too far away and it’s different people and there’s clearly some local politics going on.

the day before horsemouth was in the murder mile with howard (his fellow musician of bremen) both having a fine old time seeing as both were on holiday. they had a lot of ground to catch up on as they hadn’t seen each other since 2015 due to pressures of work (mostly howard's). they began early and drank and conversed steadily and just before they made the crucial error and got one pint too many horsemouth remembered he had to go to st.albans the next day.


howard has done a compilation on soundcloud of tracks from the length and breadth of his career frontloaded with musician of bremen songs before travelling back in time to his improv and electronica (the kind of music howard was first making when horsemouth first knew him) and fine stuff it is too.

there is, in dogtown’s exploitation of grace, a kind of parallel with the exploitation of immigrants/ refugees by the british economy and ‘our’ demand that they be grateful/ justify themselves. horsemouth hasn’t finished watching it yet and suspects (it being a film by lars von trier) that things will get much worse before the end.