horsemouth on the horns of a dilemma

horsemouth is on the horns of a dilemma (but as usual he won't tell you what it is). this is the problem with going out and having a social life (it encourages you to go out and do more). instead horsemouth would tell you about h____d but he's having a name change and a security crisis to keep the youth off his back at the moment. 

yesterday (a somewhat tired horsemouth having got over-excited the day before) lay around. there had been a plan to meet TG and a plan to meet h____d but they interfered with each other. in the end horsemouth went off to meet h near the bike shop and then (the pub on the park looking busy) they adjourned to a hostelry heavily used by UAL/london college of fashion students (or so it seemed to horsemouth). they had a pint. then they had another and a bowl of chips and then a tired and exhausted h----d called a halt. 

h___d is done for the year. (ok ok he still has things to do for work but he doesn't have to physically be there). soon he flies (if he can make it to the airport through the tube and rail strikes).

there is a photo of horsemouth wearing glasses - what do people reckon? at some stage he is going to need them (he can't keep on upping the text size forever). 

in other news the master and margarita  continues to go well. h____d has read it. he read it in india. drew in his copy and left it in a shop somewhere. he pronounced it 'fun' - he particularly remembered the giant cat (behemoth) and the murder at the ponds. (and something about a singing factory of workers?)

sunday horsemouth and h____d may be meeting down at docklands to see sona jobarteh play and to exchange the 12 string guitar. horsemouth returned the last £20 to h for it. 

as usual horsemouth would have carried on drinking more (but, once again, sensibly,  it was not to be). he returned home and ate a cheap pizza. not finding anything to his liking on tv or on the world wide web of all the knowledge of mankind - he went to sleep. 

rob (in far off malaga horsemouth presumes) is listening to musicians of bremen volume one. the one thing horsemouth would say is that if he'd realised it was going to be heard by someone who spoke spanish he would have put more effort into getting the lyrics to a la luna yo mi voy  correct (he's pretty much got them now). it is pity horsemouth couldn't find the lyrics before he sang the song because the guitar parts work out quite well. 

it's the anniversary of alice coltrane's gig in berkley in 1972 - huge cosmic music.

today horsemouth awakes to the dilemma. well at least the weather is good. he goes to practice cat-sitting round TGs at some point.  (horsemouth has a great cat-sitting plan for the next week).