chinooks over hackney (wtaf!)

horsemouth always assumed that tales of brave ulysses by cream was pete brown poetry but it turns out to have been written by the album cover illustrator (and oz regular) martin sharp. not much danger of horsemouth getting to the seaside this year, of his meeting aphrodite, and hearing the sirens sing.

chinooks over hackney (wtaf!). 

'they followed us back from cornwall' said a friend.

'he's on the boundary estate' yelled horsemouth up into the noisy dark. 

VIP transport, opined another. 

'crash you bastards!' cursed horsemouth (shaking his fist at the militarised skies). 

he had visions of an escape from new york style scenario (chopper downed, VIP kidnapped and held hostage by ghetto youth etc. etc.) 

another friend suggested it was the KLF. 

horsemouth dreamed the computer was old and knackered (as old and knackered as his netbook). he was in russia. the rest is gone into the world of dreams. the binmen (noisy bastards) have just been (bless you dudes and the vital work you do enabling the effluent society).

horsemouth is nearly done with virgin soil - the politicos go to the people, to the peasants. the peasants listen respectfully and then hand them over to the police. 

yesterday ed millib(l)and on talking politics talking about going to the people (preston style). now horsemouth thought milliband was a perfectly decent labour party candidate fucked over and sabotaged by his own party apparatus when they couldn't get his brother david forced to campaign on a tory-lite platform against his better instincts. the advantage of the corbyn project was that there was clear red water between corbyn and the tories, there was no mistaking him for a tory, there was no attempt to sneak into power as the tories but not the tories. 

meanwhile over in the north of ireland consternation for the DUP. arlene foster has been deposed as first minister  (for not being sufficiently illiberal) and been replaced by poots (as DUP party chair) and givan (as new first minister).  except sinn fein wouldn't let their girl (michelle o’neill) go back into government as second minister unless there was progress on the irish language bill (a bill to make gaelic the second language of the country and thus very definitely the thing the DUP does not want to see) effectively stalling the whole process. tory boy brandon lewis promptly cuts the gordian knot by offering to bring such a bill at westminster if it isn't brought at stormont. 

givan and o'neill are sworn in and then an almighty row breaks out in the DUP who weren't consulted about any of this and certainly would not have approved. 

givan and poots (is there time to get a bet on? the shortest tenure of DUP leadership ever). and now (to the tune of 'come on eileen') 'bring back arlene!'

outside the rain falls with solid determination (horsemouth is glad he got a walk in yesterday). he's had his coffee (and a bowl of museli). he should get on with practicing his singing. (ok he's just taken a crack at when the faun... and  satan that went well). 

upon close examination (the kind that is possible now that horsemouth is awake) facebook have rearranged their page layout (back to a state they had it in previously a few years ago). 

wow. it looks like it's going to rain until wednesday.