canto de los flores (til dreams come true)

good morning! good morning!

it's a bit of a grey morning outside. horsemouth still has a cough and a bunged up nose. there was a plan to go for a walk today but horsemouth has cried off (which he now regrets, but he's still not back tip-top so it's probably just as well). 

similarly he regrets not letting howard visit. next weekend perhaps. 

he watched paris police 1905 - painters, gambling, morphine, syphilis, poverty, riches, snow, beautiful clothes (did horsemouth mention the beautiful clothes).

he listened to borboletta  by santana which is not as good as caravanserai but which certainly has its moments. the instrumentals are all wonderful (the percussion and recording are amazing) but the lyrics and singing are all a bit happy clappy and let it down. it would be a prime candidate for letting the notoriously grumpy bill laswell at the tapes. 

the narrow path to tory victory

well horsemouth has no idea how they are going to manage that. a few more mis-steps by sir keir (of the hiring susan grey variety - a classic sir keir home goal) would help  but the election is his to lose. the great british public seem to have decided the tories are done, will a year of competently delivered austerity under sunak be enough to convince them otherwise? (horsemouth doubts it).