horsemouth king of the witches (golden years)

47.2 should be the moment of peak happiness (say the economists) but the grunts report something different (ungrateful wretches).

horsemouth was having a moan (as he usually does) but a friend pointed out that he had good health, good friends, good music, access to all kinds of other art and culture, shelter, clean and hot water on tap, an indoor toilet that he doesn’t have to manually empty, an indoor bath/shower, a warm bed, cheap beer from aldi and lidl and what's left of the NHS should he become seriously Ill. plus he gets the whole summer off work (not that he makes best possible use of this).

horsemouth must report that he is indeed in the midst of one of the calmest (and most productive) bits of his life. by embracing the power of the small and doing his level best to avoid conflict (unlike his younger self who would row with any fucker anytime anyplace anywhere about seemingly fucking anything, and indeed, this seemed to be required).

indeed these are the golden years (bowie at first tried to interest elvis in the song, horsemouth notes the similarities with edwin starr’s contact).

later horsemouth goes to a meeting of the communal endeavour. he will see if he can maintain this panglossian enthusiasm in the face of actual unpaid contact with humanity.

back home he watched the reptile (hammer horror filmed at the same time as plague of zombies, the black death in cornwall, white girls in saris etc.) on the horror channel and then found simon, king of the witches on youtube.