horsemouth bitten by dogs (death to the agricultural metaphor that preys on the minds of the people)

howard has been busy - here's some more guitary stuff.

horsemouth has been bitten by dogs (in particular by a mini sausage dog) first it growled a little then it tried to nip his ankles, finally in frustration is jumped up and bit horsemouth’s hand. oww said horsemouth (followed by an oi! to the owner). horsemouth examined the bite mark (small and circular) ‘no worries. no blood’ he remarked (see he is a stoical beast) and off he went.

saturday night horsmouth babysat. later there were tarot cards (the wheel of fortune, the tower and the star appeared - horsemouth finds an integrative verticality in the first two - a cyclical repetitive tragedy, in the star (strangely) horsemouth finds a proper separation of the realms (of air and of earth) achieved by the drawing up of subconscious material into consciousness.

horsemouth is back from sarf having been to see stick in the wheel (with myk) who were great as ever. sadly horsmouth had got the start times wrong and so only saw the last few of their songs (he’d also missed hickory signals). they were followed by the bora bora band (tooting folk club runners) and the dark lanterns (soon to be tooting folk club appearees). both of these bands were nice enough but not really horsemouth’s cup of tea (hence the death to the agricultural metaphor that preys on the minds of the people that horsemouth scrawled in his diary). horsemouth prefered the redriffes (?) (a local rock covers band of local wrinklies clearly injected with some new blood) but most of all he liked the traditional irish dancing group and the opera singer doing arias.

in his dreams this morning horsemouth was on holiday. choosing between towns, there was floodwater and a reconciliation, loz appeared, horsemouth was pleased to see him (he’s not normally pleased to see the dead in his dreams).