... and records are made to be broken

'a drunkard's love of drink may not be admirable but at least he loves it enough to risk the hangover.' 

yesterday horsemouth felt low. 

he is beset by the notion that he has fucked up. this is his dragon year and yet nothing seems to be going his way. (perhaps he's looking at the wrong things). it's the afternoon of the sunday and, while he's not hungover, he is a bit jaded and out of sorts. 

perhaps everything will go his way this year after all (but he's just not seeing it yet because he is looking in the wrong places). 

someone for whom the year is not going well is rishi sunak - and there's still the election to actually fight with 62 of his merry men (ok now 63 - what a difference a day makes) not answering the call but deciding to retire instead. (apparently the record is 75). 

... and records are made to be broken. people are talking about october 2nd (for the election) - this gives plenty more time for plenty more tory MPs to lose the will to live. 

antonia white has returned to the catholic church and is going through a phase of religious mania. curiously it is being introduced to a follower of meher baba (dorothy kingsmill - also a follower of gurdjieff) that breaks it. 

horsemouth has been reading the LRBs also - a good piece on italo calvino. 

all the houses of the communal endeavour have been assessed. 

grey morning. we move towards the equinox. some people are under the cosh some float free. there is no justice.