the cough of winter descends

good morning! good morning!

horsemouth has a disgusting cough (the cough of winter) and he has a headache (he's two paracetamol in - remind him he has to do a run out to get some more paracetamol in a bit). he doesn't feel too bad on it, the headache might be the bigger problem and that might be due to beer. ok the coffee seems to be shifting it.

last night horsemouth was jolly having consumed two zoom beers while on a zoom call with howard. looks like they may be off to see martin carthy in april. 

their plan for their own gig (at water into beer on the 5th february) is to play two individual solo sets, a howard grange one and then a horsemouthfolk one (ok maybe horsemouth will let howard sing some backing vocals). the gig is with martin howard who you know and jacken elswyth (of whom you have heard horsemouth tell). 

there's a plan to get hear us o lord from heaven thy dwelling place up and running. (er. and maybe I want you to want me). howard is keen on new stuff. horsemouth is keen on playing people stuff they might know. 

post the zoom call horsemouth watched suspiria again. in a way horsemouth finds the murders the least interesting part of it (to tell the truth he finds them a bit icky), it's more the lighting, the art design and the music (goblin rather than ennio morricone).  

horsemouth has stropped. and received meaningless reassurances. his demands are fairly simple - he wants a shelf in the fridge that he does not share with the space invader, he wants the front garden cleared of the building waste allegedly stored there temporarily, he wants the living room cleared of the space-invader's archives (allegedly temporarily stored there) and work tools (ditto) to permit its use by any and all members of the house. 

the house has a storage room this is the room that should be used for that purpose not the communal areas of the house (suggests horsemouth). 

he has just received a reassurance that these things will in fact be done. he thinks this is bollocks. but it is at least the start of a negotiation. 

this follows on from the space-invader's 'painting the front room' episode in which the members of the house were denied the use of it for seven months (in fact an elaborate scam to permit him to store worktools etc, in there for the aforementioned seven months).  the space invader is perfectly affable, or can be, but he has a hoarding problem (horsemouth diagnoses despair).