'there aren't any memories to see or share today...'

'there aren't any memories to see or share today, but we'll let you know when you have some to look back on...'

gee thanks facebook. could be true. there could have been a day when horsemouth didn't use facebook in the last 15 years. 

horsemouth was out of sorts most of  yesterday. it begins at breakfast. it lasts through until dinner time.  

it is a rainy grey day and makes everything slippery (so not the best day for cleaning the gutters).  as usual a mixture of guilt and resentment get to him. he brushes up some leaves. he goes for two walks. he worries that he's getting fat. 

in the evening he watched a little of basquiat (1996). 

'this is the true voice of the gutter.' horsemouth is sorry to say he laughed. it's an engaging tale where beautiful people make art (so what is not to like). as a child basquiat's mother takes him to see guernica and has a vision of him wearing a golden crown. and then there's old new york, the drugs and the women. 

in a bit he will check the guardian to see how the civil war in the tory party is going. (that will cheer him up).