that metalwork in the kitchen is generally considered a bad idea

it had to happen sometime. RIP norma waterson. 

metalwork in the kitchen? well yes, opines horsemouth. it is a capital offense.

especially when there is the entire  rest of the house, a garden is available, and there is even (whisper it), the possibility of hiring premises in which to conduct the metalwork. if the offending one was the kind of person who tidied up meticulously after himself and put stuff away this would not be so bad... but he is not, he is an enthusiast who leaves every forgotten project to gather dust exactly where it fell from his hand when the enthusiasm left him. 

it is wearing remarks horsemouth. horsemouth has expressed himself frankly on the matter and he thought he had secured agreement and then came down to find the fucking machine running one morning 'just for ten minutes'. in a nudge he has transported the machine upstairs to the (misnamed) living room so that, if, in an access of enthusiasm, the offender should be tempted to turn it on it will in fact not be in the kitchen. 

he is tempted to rename the kitchen the forge of vulcan.  

of course horsemouth could always bang in a complain to the relevant co-op authorities. 

progress is being made (at least) in returning the living room to a condition where anyone in the house could in fact use it as somewhere to sit and read or watch television (or indeed grind metal). the metalworker has had need of the space (and so has been forced to make it appear).  huzzah mutters horsemouth. (the space will presumably vanish as soon as the metalworker no longer has need of it. but horsemouth has at least seen the floor boards for this ritual year). 

there was the same bollocks last year. oh the comedy. so much for cyclic time. 

we are sneaking up on imbolc- halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox and to celebrate horsemouth has a gig (5th february at water into beer). 

ironically it is brigid, the celtic goddess of healing, purification, childbirth, fertility and smithcraft, who is honored at imbolc (or so says one page). 

horsemouth has not been feeling the music of late perhaps it will come back to him. he will pray for the return of his mojo. having played only at midsummer  last year (thank you weirdshire people) horsemouth now wants to get on with music making, travelling and the transformation of his lifestyle into that of a trustafarian -  a lazy good-for-nothing who lives only for their own pleasure (or so horsemouth would have thought when he was a dole-bludger).  

horsemouth has published (slightly early) his gigs, books, films, events list for january 2022.

it is a necessary corrective to his feeble memory that would tell him that he has read nothing (for it seems to horsemouth that he is reading much less). what he is doing is watching lots of gialli, he should add five dolls for an august moon 5 bambole per la luna d'agosto (1970) to his list (featuring the generously proportioned edwige fenech). he awaits the release of the next hawkbinge podcast (on the mighty levitation) but in the meantime is making do with the outlaw bookseller's  'unboxing' of the atomhenge reissue of sonic attack.

can horsemouth learn to love the post silver age horsemouth catalogue (literally the bronze age)? having once walked away from it. nik turner's punkadelic inner city unit / bob calvert and krankshaft  were a better fit to the post-punky times than hawkwind's (misguided) attempt to smuggle space rock within NWOBHM when the audience were all off at festivals.