an unfortunate bottle of pommard 1937

'had it not been for an unfortunate bottle of pommard 1937, consumed with benedicta de bezer, the diary would have gone back to 1921. on that occasion two 'enormous old journals'  were burned and the office of the dead said over them.' 

from susan chitty's introduction to her mother antonia white's diaries 1926-1957. 

ok. monday night. no kafka quote for tuesday morning.

monday (yesterday by the time you read this) 

horsemouth went for a wander with TG up the valley of the agapemonians to the waterworks park and there had a cup of coffee while sitting in the cafe (jesus the expense). the session produced to photos of horsemouth with a cappuccino mustache which he has shared with the populace. (they seemed to like new humorous horsemouth). 

they then walked back. after that horsemouth snoozed. 

horsemouth has finished the losing track railway documentary with kerry hamilton. it goes beyond the railways to general transport policy, public transport versus our alleged love affair with the car. horsemouth has (excepting his time in the countryside) pretty much always lived in the city. he has never learned to drive. he has always walked a lot and made use of the buses, the tubes and the trains. (he has also travelled on a hovercraft).  

he doesn't cycle much - he may have forgotten how. 

horsemouth (as someone who doesn't drive) is a big fan of public transport and he lives in the best place for it. pretty much everywhere else is fucked for it. herefordshire (on the other hand) was the first place to try bus privatisation. 

boris is back! no fucken way! is this some kind of early april fool joke? they're going to post him off round the red wall seats (and that's going to be harmless is it rishi? how desperate must you be!). 

howard is claiming horsemouth has a spare DX7 keyboard hidden round the place - horsemouth has absolutely no recollection of this whatsoever. to his recollection he has two keyboards he recovered from howard's after recording sessions - a cheap crap casio and an organ that seems to be powered by a rather noisy fan. er. he has literally no idea where any other keyboard would be. he wonders when he was 'gifted' it - if it was a long time ago there's a chance he left it in a cupboard at the previous gaff but he doesn't think so (he thinks it is under howard's bed). 

it's a grey morning. horsemouth types this wearing two jerseys and with the sleeping bag over his knees. the insulation guys have just two houses left to do (but they are quite important ones).