Thursday 10 November 2022

3pm friday (101 dalmatians)

looks like the internet connection is buggy. horsemouth will post as he can. 

first iteration

3pm friday the people from the evil research facility were meeting for beers - they invited horsemouth out, who agreed to go but felt a bit uncomfortable about it (seeing as he was supposed to be opposing them). they had entered the complex through a waiting room  (it seemed to have low ceilings or be underground), then the door  into the kitchen was unlocked. the rest of the complex looked like ordinary offices. later the ended up in the staff canteen. the girl who was with horsemouth (his anima or the feminine part of his soul) went to get some food or drink. 

such was horsemouth's dream first thing this morning. this afternoon he goes to a meeting (maybe that's what it is about). the meeting is about self-build - the refurb - but horsemouth is now on to the retrofit. except that the retrofit will not be entering boots on site mode until september next year. 

change of plan (ladies and gentlemen) there's a tube strike on so he will not be travelling to west london to discuss bygones with the youth. he has just emailed to cancel. 

second iteration

it is four years since horsemouth went to play a gig at waterintobeer in south london. it's the 28th anniversary of the death of ken saro-wiwa. 12 years ago the students were rioting (bless). 

his little laptop is back to life (it has stopped giving him black screen of death - which is good). however the internet is buggy and is off and on  (which is a pain).

after a good meeting yesterday  he went and did the shopping. (cheap red kidney beans were in short supply again - 33p a can or death! as was the cheap pesto - terrible shit that it is). a friend has advised him not to skimp on the pesto (that's probably good advice). sadly another 'friend' arrived intent on mocking horsemouth and had to be ejected from the premises and their content deleted.  they are doubly free to mock horsemouth elsewhere. 

horsemouth is up a copy of diana athill's somewhere towards the end (an account of her old age)  from the  road to aldi book box). he's put the washing on and will sit down and read it. the weather is mild and rainy. 

yesterday journey there. journey back.  yesterday (about 2 miles there and then back again).


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