pinch, punch, first thing that came to mind

pinch, punch, first of the month. that was the first thing that came to his mind.

horsemouth is on the correct page of the calendar for the end of the year. (woo-hoo)

over on musicians of bremen  a like from map recordings (home of the diamond family archive) who seem to be based down in totnes.  horsemouth has missed seeing them play a number of times (he'll make a point of seeing them next time).

last night horsemouth finishes off the passion of anna. curiously she reminds him of an ex (that's some long repressed material surfacing right there). and curiously max von sydow in it reminds him of duncan (long, lanky, prone to drunkenness, at war with the universe). it's much more like strindberg and hamsun and munch and... (that's all horsemouth's scandiwegian miserabilists used up). 

later he listened to some lena platonos (witches is the famous track). he had fun trying to convince himself that he could understand the odd word here and there in a documentary about her (it was all in greek with a few loan words, horsemouth knew they were loan words from other languages because he understood them). he had fun trying to work out how the cyrillic letters could spell out her name. 

arcadia is on the point of collapse. it has been sucked dry by sir phillip green (an old school asset stripper). the idea of rural perfection has been destroyed. and yet it cannot be, it is being reborn in the government's new (post brexit) strategy for the countryside. 

today horsemouth goes and works. this means travel (there and back again  on the death train). horsemouth hopes he hasn't caught covid already (and he hopes he doesn't catch it today). wednesday has allegedly cancelled (that's good) so perhaps he can get some work in from home instead.