and the first word is?
the first word is disaster. his plan nearly works (but then it crashes and burns).
from whence horsemouth stomps off in high dudgeon into the carnage that is the seaside towns rapid mass transit system. half way there (where? to howard's) he discovers that the key tube lines are closed for maintenance - he has to get the jubilee to canning town and get a bus.
the self-same bus clanks slowly though the streets of east london approaching howard's (and more particularly the pub by the park with pizza) from an indeterminable direction.
the second word is drink. horsemouth and howard are soon drinking beer and eating pizza (this helps take the edge off). they don't make it out into the beer garden but they do sit in a quiet corner and horsemouth has a moan. the bar is playing an unsatisfying jazzy, house-y, funky kind of music.
they retire from the pub back to howard's (and play hugh masakela's don't go lose it baby, manu dibango's soul makossa, rebop kwaku bah (and the unknown cases') masimbabelle). they fiddle around with a few of howard's songs and then switch to playing more acoustic guitar things.
thereafter horsemouth throws himself out of the door by bus to manor park, then train to stratford and overground to dalston. he went to see matthew's band triple negative and a lot who are new to him harrga.
outside he meets his walking friend TG and they chat. matthew, anja and denis arrive. they're all good, they play (which is great) and then harrga play (and they're great, TG gets up to dance, horsemouth has a lyric sheet somewhere). afterwards they chat. horsemouth and TG bail early from the post-gig chat and walk home.
ok horsemouth will have to put some work into recovering his position from his fit of temper yesterday. he also indulged in too much risky behaviour, a hug here, a going into a crowded room unmasked there.
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