jane birkin is gone from the world (this is a tragedy).
'the shutter clicks – but before and after, there’s a whole story to tell...' remarks agnes varda's daughter.
there is a film by agnes varda of jane birkin on mubi. and macron mourns (fuck him). horsemouth does not partake in the iconoclastic element of french culture - he is prepared to deal with cinema du papa, the nouvelle vague all together, he doesn't need a year zero but he does need some elementary political hygene.
horsemouth can play you one track from the al karpenter album (this one with triple negative). 'at the end of our concert at cafe oto, we all played together.' remarks mattin. (horsemouth saw and enjoyed).
last night horsemouth watched some sub smiley's people rambling with damian lewis, the night before he watched some elizabethan costume drama. it is good to find stuff on the telly to watch together (even if the stuff isn't particularly good).
on his own he watched the mad executioners (1963) a german crimi drama which from its secret court start to its thameside hanging beneath tower bridge rocked.
9 years ago and horsemouth and glyn were out and about in lower clapton being interviewed by a friend of django chan-reeves. they were moaning on about gentrification (as it was formerly known) aka. 'the housing crisis' (as it is currently known).
horsemouth took them down to 'the blue house' (site of squatter punk gigs when he first came to hackney - 'god told me to do it' definitely, 'antisect' possibly etc.) and now a national trust building.
sadly the actual footage has vanished into the aether. and since then (of course) things have got much worse.
yesterday catching escaped chickens. later today a campaign of fencing (caging) mostly to keep the fox out (ok ok to keep the chickens in so they can't be so easily snaffled by the fox). horsemouth has embarked on something at scale (he does hope this was the right thing to do).
it is monday morning and the world clicks back into motion.
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