well the deerheads have vanished (were they just a bad dream?). there's some deer hair stuck to the counter top (so horsemouth didn't imagine it).
horsemouth is back from a rare visit to the centre of town (soho in fact - which was buzzing). he did get quite drunk but he thinks he managed to hold it together with a fair amount of decorum. he's feeling a bit slow this morning so he suspects this will be a short post. there's beautiful sunlight (but the air feels quite cold).
he's waiting to see if his brain will come back. fortunately there doesn't seem to have been much of a hangover. he remembers having a great falafel wrap (as he walked back from bethnal green).
he may do his books read, films watched list for the month a day early.
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