'as for me, my real name is malcolm lowry'

horsemouth is up slightly later than usual. (he needs to go and get some of his teeth attended to). 

he tried swapping his head for his toe on the bed (the better to be out of the cold draughts round the window) but it made no difference. in any event he was warm enough as he slept. it is due to get colder (this week a cold snap). horsemouth will avail himself of this opportunity to check how well his radiator if performing. 

horsemouth's room (being low to the ground) is shaded out in winter by the houses opposite (so few solar gains when he most needs them). furthermore it is a well known law of physics that heat rises. consequently the people at the top of the house often complain that it is too warm (or - one being scotish - that if people are cold they should just put on a jumper).

in a sense horsemouth agrees. gas and electricity prices have effectively doubled. horsemouth has no desire to chuck heat out of the roof and windows needlessly and pay for it. the government decarbonisation/ insulation scheme may be a long time coming. . 

'if we observe ourselves closely we are nothing more than shadows, and the lines and accents of our gaunt features express a sadness unrelieved by irony...'

so goes a literary rumination by antunes in south of nowhere. he is ruminating on which writers the drunks in the bar at 2am may be -  fernando pessoa, amedeo modigliani, f. scott fitzgerald... is the woman he chatting up ava gardiner? 

'...as for me, my real name is malcolm lowry, I am as dark as the grave wherein my friend is laid' 

yesterday horsemouth went to play guitar with catastro/FILLE (about an 8km walk there and back). they played a number of pieces through and came up with a plan to go and play an open mic night. more news on thursday.  

horsemouth will be continuing with his efforts to make things add up and see a way forward into the future.