yesterday was the anniversary of horsemouth's brooklyn afrobeat band (born a decade too early and on the wrong continent and by this point going ravey davey gravey) playing a waterloo defendants campaign benefit.
the waterloo defendants? look them up.
the good news was they all got off. and horsemouth's band organised and played the gig (and got the mighty co-creators up from south london).
horsemouth wasn't aware that ronald blythe (author of akenfield) had died (or he had forgotten). he was in bed by this time the documentary was on anyway. he watched some clips on yout tube instead. he remembers the series - there was a great one on brian aldiss (who was an engaging cove).
'stay there you puppy' she said to him (flashing him a smile). for some reason she'd become even smaller (and spanish). in the dream horsemouth had been playing guitar at some kind of cosmic conference (steve hillage stye) but the guitar was far away on the other side of the shop and now horsemouth had to go and turn it off. sadly horsemouth was already in the process of waking up and could not be blandished.
new suffering reminding us of old suffering,
(which has to be gotten rid of)
this morning a visit to the office to sign something. as horsemouth remarked now that they had been victorious in the vote they just had to work out how to deliver it.
he's had a look. he thinks it is possible.
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