that was his yesterday. and his today is even worse. he has spent it hungover and remorseful.
the morning of administrations
this was horsemouth pursuing his retirement. horsemouth had to print out some documentations. fill them in. scan them and send them off to the requisite place. hopefully that has all gone smoothly. horsemouth as usual was a little anxious but he has at least made a start and possibly made a finish of it. he probably won't know til monday.
today horsemouth blogs late and full of remorse after a few pints with steve to celebrate his achievement. he woke up in the morning had a coffee and promptly threw that up (and the remainder of the delicious falafel wrap he'd had on his way back the night before? he threw that up as well).
of his walk back he remembers very little. he walked up mare street (he remembers next to none of this) and must have come through the graveyard and emerged on the bottom of chatsworth road (there he remembers having a dawdle trying to work out which gaff to back to - he picked his main gaff.
horsemouth has been showing photos of his paper diaries (houseman's peace diaries 1992 - 1995, work diaries 1998 - 2013 mostly appointments, lyrics, a few real entries and some scribbles plus a cassette of a bush house recording session monitor mix (1991-2?) 3 songs cia, soundsystem, run from this.
the advice of his friends - when everything gets weird, burn those puppies and get on a plane to the island.
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