horsemouth back from the centre of town (stellar regions)

'a crowd flowed over london bridge, so many, 

I had not thought death had undone so many.

sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

and each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

flowed up the hill and down king william street,

to where saint mary woolnoth kept the hours

with a dead sound on the final stroke of nine...'.

yesterday horsemouth walked over to dalston kingsland and got the train down to wapping to meet mike and mike in the pub (the turner's old star). the lads played pool and then they wandered off across the city (noting wrenish churches and sites of t.s. eliot poetry, london bridge, st.mary woolnoth (a hawksmoor)).

as the passed by st.katherine's docks horsemouth noted how it was used in the film version of dennis wheatley's to the devil a daughter.

the plan was to walk up to wc1 via that pub in ely place. they paused to avail themselves of the facilities (being old men) and have a swift half at the the wetherspoons next to the accursed share (or something similar) just past tower hill and then they completed the journey. 

in the pub in ely place (ye olde mitre - down a narrow ginnel) they installed themselves in the snug and drank (moderately) and ate a toastie. (for once horsemouth was managing to drink sensibly). they were joined by a holidaying family from bude (young headmaster, wife, kids, friend who lived in london). horsemouth's party declared themselves the actors from the young ones grown aged (or it may have been the young headmaster's projection).  they exchanged salutations and hopes for the collapse of the current government. soon enough the kids dragged the adults off home. 

thence horsemouth's party sensibly headed off in search of a 38. 

when horsemouth got back to hackney he was distressed to see that the chip shop was shut. 

well after all that horsemouth's filling has fallen out.and  in other news the news tends to be pretty bad. he has to wait until this evening to find out how bad the bad news is going to be. but in good news a friend is moving (so there's the opportunity for some manual labour).  

today is the anniversary of the recording of stellar regions by john and alice coltrane, rashied ali and jimmy garrison. 

yesterday (earlier) horsemouth had been out for a wander to sit in the sun and read the matsuo basho (and the translator's essay). he put the mop round the kitchen and brushed down the corridor. he read a little of de quincey's  on murder considered as one of the fine arts on the train on the way down (seeing as he was heading to wapping).