it's a misty morning and horsemouth is up late.(probably those two glasses of wine he had with his dad). but at least it isn't raining (as far as horsemouth can see).
yesterday they did not make it out to govilion but they did make it up onto the common for a wander about. later a restrained meal in the dining room.
today horsemouth has to decamp from his old bedroom (to make way for the children) and into the spare room (from where he will have to decamp every time his dad wants to use the internet or watch tv).
last night (later on) horsemouth discovered a series of interviews with brian aldiss (SF writer and amiable old duffer). aldiss was old enough to have fought in the second world war (in burma). the dropping of the atomic bombs on japan probably saved his life he once said. he was a writer (that's what he did) he said.
yesterday the news cycle was suspended (at least on radio). news briefing (5.30am) seems to be on holiday. normally when he is back at his parents horsemouth starts to read the torygraph (who are engagingly apocalyptic about the prospects for capitalism - hurricane on horizon as gas prices skyrocket etc.). this time it has not happened yet.
horsemouth just previewed the golden glow (to remind himself what was on it). chiwonisu, john handy, steve hillage, alice coltrane, miles davis all sounding like samples that could be assembled into some musical whole.
looking back through his blog posts he was reminded of the track he was trying to write based on across the universe - he should try and get that up and running again. he has a gig early february (covid permitting) it would be good to have a new tune for it.
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