Friday, 27 August 2021

my father worked in a call centre (and his father before him)

 horsemouth is up and awake. he has had his coffee. today looks like it will be a decent day. 

50 years of focus. ok there are youngsters on the bass and on the guitar but the drummer and the organist can still kick it. the audience horsemouth worries about. it starts to rain. they put on their waterproofs. get up and start to shuffle towards the exit. 

he has exhausted the hawkbinge podcast and will now have to wait another month for the quark, strangeness and charm  episode. now the transition to new wave hawkwind is quite a transition (quark, PXR5, hawklords), horsemouth wonders how the neophyte will take to it. later (beginning with levitation if they are not doing the live 79 album) there is the transition to the huw lloyd-langton years and a period of relative musical competence (and progressive boredom in the shadow of NWOBHM). thereafter horsemouth confidently expects the young man to lose the will to live. 

horsemouth continued his researches into the tokugawa shogunate and edo - if the principle of equality is to be discarded how will people be reconciled to a world rigidly controlled by status? it kind of goes with the hokusai (horsemouth will have to finish listening to the lecture to find out how). 

horsemouth's researches into joe biden have ground to a halt. 

john harris is wandering round the somewheres of britain (swansea, milton keynes...) in the post credit crisis, post brexit, 'post' covid moment. 

there are various things horsemouth should be getting on with. he's trying to shepherd the ship of his life into the harbour of semi-retirement the better to focus on the things he actually wants to do (whatever they are) and to avoid having to work and commute about during the pandemic (unlikely to 'end' anytime soon horsemouth concludes). the virus has been coming closer. horsemouth assumes that with the jab the death and hospitalisation rates will be lower even as the numbers of people with it rise. 

yesterday horsemouth wandered up into the hills to catch up with claudia.

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