won't you come see me (the fall of north shropshire)

of course in the current epidemiological crisis horsemouth recommends that you don't come and see him, that we all learn to eek out the solitude just a little bit longer. having survived this long horsemouth is trying to survive a little longer. 

but in fact it's not solitude is it (because of the internet a more disconnected life is actually possible without starvation). his folks go every day to pick up the newspaper. horsemouth does not like this but he does like reading a newspaper (even if it is the torygraph). 

this would be the point to dazzle you with hannah arendt's thoughts on isolation and loneliness  but horsemouth hasn't read them yet. he'll try and get on with some reading today. 

the new variant (omnichron is it? all time) is even spreadier than the previous ones, horsemouth has to admire the viruses commitment to the capitalist principle of continuous improvement. 

it's a grey day out (and down to near zero in a few days) but mild at the moment. 

last night die! monster. die! boris karloff beset on all sides in a radiation fuelled lovecraftian horror/ sci-fi mash up. (god bless you samuel z.arkoff and american international pictures).  there's karloff grey haired and in a wheelchair (for most of it). but still working (poor sod). it was put out as a double with mario bava's planet of the vampires (alien with space vampires essentially).  

the lib dems have taken north shropshire from the tories (probably the best result possible in a former tory safe seat with a solid 200 year record of electing tories). this is something likely to add to pressure on crown prince boris (be sparkly and amusing about that fatboy). 

up at 8am this morning (creditable performance). today horsemouth will self test and chase his money/ reassure himself that he does indeed have access to his savings. he will go for a walk on the common (maybe two walks) or substitute one walk for a little physical labour.