after his successful reading of dubravka ugresic’s ministry of pain horsemouth’s reading has slowed back down again (he’s paddling around in the shallows of robert walser’s institute benjamenta - a school for training servants, a narrator with panglossolalia).
well the sun shines. and horsemouth is due to go off and undertake some training (this afternoon), the last wage check of the season should hit his account this friday (seeing as the last bit of work he did for them was a month ago) but it could be even longer.
“the unicorns are back, frolicking in the tory forest.”remarked Lord Kerr, former UK ambassador to Brussels.
the tory popularity contest continues -
bojo the unfunny clown edges towards having half the tory MPs in the bag, if the first round was a three way tie for last, the second the tale of plucky little rory (but he’s still a tory really), the third and fourth (conducted today) will be the discovery the also-ran who can go down to defeat battling boris (jeremy hunt, gove 90 -who cares really?).
boris checks his phone to see what the ERG want him to say, jeremy ‘say my name say my name’ hunt furrows his brow and tries to remember if his wife is japanese or chinese, gove still reminds horsemouth of joe 90, at least that fucker raab c. nesbitt is gone (until boris hires him as himmler-in-chief).
sadge is nearly gone (oo he's come back - is he gone yet?) - it’s like he’s a character from another film who has wandered into the middle of it all by accident blithering on about equality and opportunity and things like this. doubtless he’ll be gone by the end of today. the thing it resembles most is britain’s got talent - here come the judges (the 1922 committee). and the votes are...
summer solstice, weekend, monday collective endeavour, midweek possibly gwenifer raymond up in town, friday anniversary of the first duo gig of the musicians of bremen, saturday/ sunday leigh folk festival/ and/or perhaps the mela, mid-point of the year.
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