comedown (the years roll away in a georgian room)

horsemouth is back with you.  what follows after him drinking these days is what horsemouth woud have previously called a comedown. he gets anxious, he gets depressed, he gets miserable. silly old mule.

what a bring down (to quote cream). 

at some point in the cycle he will forswear the drink. he is not improved by it he says.  on the other hand he does enjoy the getting drunk of it. he is a nervous and shy creature - the drink lets him out of himself up onto the expansive  uplands. 

but then the next day remorse nibbles at his soul. he noticed a rise in his irrational fear of insects. 

horsemouth is better now (he is returned to his usual sunny pessimism). his stomach is grumbling healthily. the coffee has gone down well. sten woke him up clanking round the kitchen. horsemouth has made it to the weekend. tomorrow he is due to go round a friend's house and make some music (and then eat some dinner). he will check that it is still on in a bit. horsemouth will try not to drink like a fool. at horsemouth's age it is simply unwise to drink like this. 

thanks to mike heidt for the photo. in it horsemouth looks reasonably composed and sensible. maybe it is the surroundings that help (that georgian proportion and elegance). 

tonight the clocks will go back. horsemouth will return to rising at a decent (early) puritan hour in the morning. monday (actual halloween).  

ok time for the museli.