so horsemouth will be playing a gig on friday the 13th (awesome - and only the second friday the thirteenth of the year!) - moving off the wheel of the year and onto the random significant dates calender.
friday was the anniversary of john coltrane recording transitions, sunday the anniversary of recording the first three tracks off of birdland (including afro-blue), saturday the geffrye museum shut (for the next 2 years).
friday horsemouth was mostly chatting up someone age inappropriate (now that horsemouth has had the moustache chopped he looks a lot younger ... well ok, a little younger). she was from the north, and very nice she was too - a vegetarian also (which helps). horsemouth name dropped as much old shit as he could into the conversation (so that she didn’t think he was a youngster). they watched the planes fly up into the wild blue yonder from seaside towns STOVL airport.
this morning he dreamt of being on a date with amelia (baz and a girl horsemouth can’t put a name too arrived - mirroring horsemouth and amelia). as usual horsemouth fancied her like crazy (but she wasn’t coming across). horsemouth was out chilling, reminiscing and hanging out in the fantasy h******Y - later at a houseparty in a large communal set of dwellings (you can guess where that is people - in other dreams it doubles as a squat rave venue) horsemouth was looking out over estuarine mud and junk - when a body fell from the sky (or perhaps an upper floor) and went thud. horsemouth walked out bravely accross the mud to check that it was dead - there seemed to be showroom dummies in the mud.
later whilst wandering around investigating horsemouth met D and lou (or was it fiona). D was very strangely dressed. over the weekend he met up with howard but didn't manage to catch up with andrew minty. he's still coughing
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