it was on the walk between the waterworks park and the blackstock road conurb(anis)ations that horsemouth thought he might be able to enter into the new london.
john was visiting. they had walked up (along the valley of the agapemonians) to the wet lands centre and then after a cup of coffee (horsemouth should have had that slice of cake to keep his strength up).
in the new london it is perpetual summer and there is plenty of shade. a cool breeze blows and everybody is friendly and well-dressed.
they made two efforts to cross over (but the gernsback effect was not with them).
at the william morris museum the small gallery was closed in preparation for the opening of the young poland show, in the salvation army the books would not be charmed out of the stacks and john and horsemouth had to make do with CDs instead (nusrat fateh ali khan's night moves - horsemouth has star rise the remix album somewhere - and a cheap compilation spanish guitar magic to make up the 4 for £1).
thereafter a wander to the bus station and a return by bus (john was disappointed not to raid more charity shops and not to walk back).
truth be told horsemouth is a little run down.
it is 50 years since patti smith's first gig (at st. mark's church in new york) at about 8.20 she performs an early version of fire of unknown origin (in a dylanish fashion) with lenny kaye on guitar.
today horsemouth is due to be meeting howard but the weather is shit (though not as bad as in ice the movie horsemouth watched last night). the oil conglomerates are drilling in the artic, they hit a thermal vent and melt the greenland ice sheet flooding the planet and shutting down the gulf stream resulting in the northern hemisphere freezing up in a new ice age. our hero (the climate scientist) is re-united with his family, the inconvenient corporate lawyer and potential love interest has to die. once again (after flood) london is destroyed.
meanwhile in the real world the great petrol famine continues (says horsemouth disloyally).
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