essentially all's fair in love and war is a statement that reflects horsemouth's limited moral sense. (this has gotten him into trouble before).
things are judged by their results. (what else would you judge them by). but this is not actually horsemouth's attitude (he is not very particular with how we get somewhere we say we want to go but he dislikes any unpleasantness dragging on for too long).
the defenestration of the greased piglet has been delayed once again. behind its little blond lashes the piglet knows that one day it will be caught, wrestled to the carpet in the cabinet room and then dragged kicking and squealing to the upper floors of downing street before being thrown out of the window and onto the cobbles and railings below.
for a brief moment it will seem like it can fly.
let's be frank theresa may was out within five months having comfortably seen off a vote of no confidence.
and this is not a comfortable victory. 148 tory MPs voting against you when only 180 is needed to get you chucked. so what that nobody can stand openly against him for leader for a year! they will all be standing against him.
his position looks assailable and his authority looks fucked. there's a no-confidence vote in the house of commons coming (so why 148 rebel MPs are you now voting for him? what elastic principle would enable you to do that?) and then a vote to strengthen the ministerial code (that boris has just weakened and undermined). and then there are the by-elections.
is there no end to the humiliation and torture? no it must go on.
wait horsemouth must check that he hasn't resigned already.
of course the beast is not called the greased piglet for nothing but come october there will be a feel bad factor of epic proportions that will run all winter as the people shiver in their unheatable under capitalism homes. there will be the greatest collapse in living standards in living memory. the people will demand a sacrifice.
what was horsemouth doing to arrive so late upon the scene? he was watching blake's 7.
there appears to be a gap in the memory banks. the actor playing blake departs to the RSC and 20 episodes later we have a younger blake-alike who wants to play pirate. josette simon gets added as a murderous panther girl (go non-racist casting/ hail the 70ies). they are still fighting the federation (but the federation has fallen).
horsemouth thinks by this point himself and his friends had abandoned it for punk and dungeons and dragons. (actually it was probably worse than that - it was probably prog).
it's 9 years since the first attempt at a musicians of bremen gig. howard got sick and had to go home. horsemouth went on and did an unprepared solo show (because he's a trouper, a professional) including the simultaneous translation of the spanish lyrics of a la luna yo mi voy into english (oooo clever).
soon their first actual gig (a benefit for the e15 mums - thanks ayesha).
four years ago the barking folk festival. stick in the wheel, the unthanks etc.
today is tidy up day in the cloud forest. at some point (he is not sure when) he decamps back to the salt marshes. ok he's had his coffee - now it is time for breakfast.
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