horsemouth blundering from one disaster to another while dark clouds gather

good morning! good morning!

and it's a bright sunshine-y morning all over the salt marshes.

last night horsemouth was derelict of his duty and failed to get out to a friend's birthday (bad mule). he'll message and apologise in a bit. he's got some kind of blockage/ ear infection that is fucking up his hearing and he's still less than fully comfortable in indoor spaces. at 7pm he realised he should be there (or at least on his way) and bottled. other than agreements to go walking, and visit pubs/ pub gardens, 

these days horsemouth tends not to wander out. 

yesterday some reading of the ethics of life writing (introductory and concluding essays) while sitting in the garden and later horsemouth rewatched some of bookpilled/ thrift a life recounting his experiences with employers and with social media. his is the poor scholar's problem. 

now horsemouth has made an effort before to write his own life or rather his own life in music. it's about ten years old (and things have moved on since then a bit) but still it is a good place to start. 

still there are a number of things horsemouth doesn't tend to talk about.

• his childhood in south wales and herefordshire
• his struggles at university
• his involvement with the squatter/ anarchist scene (and all the trouble that entailed) 
• his hopes for is first band (huge)
• his anti-nuclear activism and volunteering
• his work in the web design sector
• his time in gainful employment 

now frankly most of these (excepting the last one) were a disaster. it seems to  horsemouth that he has spent a lot of his life blundering from one disaster to another underachieving uptown and downtown. it took horsemouth a long time to find a position in life lowly enough for him to shine (even dimly) and, even there, eventually capitalism decided to dispense with his services. 

horsemouth is not especially bothered. he has become very comfortable on very little. however what is that dark cloud on the horizon this winter

now dominic cummings is a prize shit-stirrer but he's also no fool. he has said a campaign of non-payment of energy bills could be huge (with or without organisation). even working-class tories are talking about the need for a campaign of non-payment over rising energy costs when interviewed in focus groups at ConservativeHome. 

a campaign already exists with the aim to have 1 million people pledging not to pay when the energy prices increase in october (DON'T PAY UK  horsemouth believes).

the new PM (probably liz trust) lands in the job 5th september and doesn't have much time in which to defend price rises on the backs of record profits at the energy companies (that these profits aren't being made in the bits of the business that deal directly with the customers is neither here nor there). 

now that's a bit of a sticky wicket anyway the real issue is in any event CAN'T PAY.  after 10 years of austerity topped up by 2 years of pandemic the great british public can no longer afford to be able to heat their homes and eat. they will chose to eat and invite the power companies to piss off (horsemouth guesses). 

horsemouth doubt the political wisdom of siding with the baliffs against the great british public (it's not a good look). the sensible thing to do is to side with the public against the power companies and windfall tax them. 

horsemouth (as you know) is a stone chicken. he will wait and see where things go. 

it is interesting that the metaphor being used here is sleepwalking (sleepwalking into disaster) as broch used that metaphor (the title of his trilogy which includes the romantic is the sleepwalkers). 

today horsemouth will go out for a wander.