that horsemouth is the author of his own misfortunes

RIP badal roy (amarendra roy chowdhury) tabla player. he played with john mclaughlin, miles davis, pharoah sanders, john hassell.  here he is with john mclaughlin on the first half of my goal's beyond. most notably he played with miles on big fun, on the corner, on the clanking funky electronic ones.

that horsemouth is the author of his own misfortunes. 

sometimes this thought escapes unconscious supervision and bubbles up into horsemouth's consciousness. horsemouth regards it with the kind of warmth reserved for landmines and scorpions.  nonetheless when it appears it should be acknowledged. he was intrigued by the story of a woman who cannot forget (that, to horsemouth, seems a great misfortune).  

yesterday he washed the sheets and went for a walk with andrew minty down to hackney wick (and across to victoria park). they discussed their plans for the year. earlier TG had nipped round for a visit to drop off some photos and a photo book. 

later he watched cronenberg's the brood (starring samantha eggar who you may remember from one of the giallos). upstairs sten moved in more tools from an ended jobsite (and stacking them in the hallway). horsemouth will wander upstairs in a bit to assess the damage. 

in parliament play is getting rough. the speaker sir lindsay hoyle has warned government whips and special advisers are 'not above the criminal law' with accusations of bullying and threats to withdraw funding from projects in MPs areas if they vote against the government. such would be standard practice (horsemouth guesses), the fact that rebel MPs have decided to drag all this out into the open is novel. talking politics have some (early) discussion of it.

boris is probably one of the few people on the planet praying for a war in the ukraine. 

in many ways boris is a least worst option. he is not a minimal state ideologue but merely a lazy opportunist. the crew he has gathered round him are fundamentally useless. the danger is that the conservative party is gripped by a lockdown sceptic/ netzero sceptic technopopulist faction determined to take us in the direction of a low regulation singapore on thames. they open the box and steve baker flies out. there's a whole pack of these sovereign individuals  in there, all reading their copies of how states fail. 

today horsemouth has a cough. he will mostly be shuffling round the house. it's a bright sunshine-y day (if cold) so there should be decent solar gains in the living room.