last night horsemouth watched the recent(ish) m.r. james ghost story number 13 which curiously enough was adapted by justin hopper a poet horsemouth has seen with a number of bands in recent years (with sharron krauss, and with strange harbours was it?)
following on from jonathan miller's whistle and I'll come to you, you have the run written and directed by lawrence gordon clarke; the stalls of barchester (1971), a warning to the curious (1972), lost hearts (1973), the treasure of abbot thomas (1974), the ash-tree (1975).
these are the key ones, uniting (as they do) an m.r. james story and lawrence gordon-clark's direction.
the solstice is this afternoon 3:58pm (if you want something that' a mathematically averaged one time). otherwise, if it's an event you are looking for, there's a winter solstice sunrise 2021 live from stonehenge (streamed courtesy of english heritage if you can't get there) at about 08:09 GMT. he will endeavour to be up and around for both.
from five years ago horsemouth notes the following;
'a friend has just bah-humbugged the solstice. this is ok. horsemouth doesn’t expect that all his friends will share his enthusiasm for the ancient agricultural timekeeping mechanisms of the heavens. it is cyclical time versus messianic time...'
at easter (in line with the heavens no doubt) laura kuenssberg is being kicked upstairs (this is bad news) but it does mean she will cease to be the bbc's main political reporter (and boris's main external cheerleader).
horsemouth seems to have survived the shopping trip to TESCOs uninfected (well actually that we won't know for a weeek or so).
wes streeting MP claims not to know what laura kuensberg's political opinions are (she's that professional a broadcaster). he's an MP. he's a labour MP. the man is either a dullard or a liar (and a very bad liar at that). but either way he's a joke and he's got to go. (tbh to look at he reminds horsemouth of piers from the new statesman, you know, alan b'stard's witless sidekick).
laura K's political motivations can only remain opaque to someone who needs the some political courtesy extended to them - and streeting does need that, he is, as a friend put it, 'a right-wing shit'.
seven years ago horsemouth was playing a solo gig at cafe bohemia (well he invited howard up to sing on the werewolf and minty up for I still miss someone. there are photos).
it's a greyish morning. the family seem to have survived until the dawn. later a walk on the common and then some kind of observation of sundown and sunrise. we reach the shortest day of the year and the longest night of the year and from here on the only way is up back up into the light. but temperatures will drop (true winter will come). tomorrow the last golden glow from the early run (24th october 2016) and then it is a four year gap until the next one.
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