RIP mike pinder (keyboard player with the moody blues)
horsemouth is going to write down here some memories of the visit that did not make it into the first cut because of the pressure of events.
april 23rd (st. george's day) embankment 3.30pm
on the circle line on the way over a woman wearing a flag of st. george seemed intent on getting some cheering going for st. george's day. the tube carriage were a little nonplussed, or just pain unresponsive, she muttered darkly about so many others being over here.
out of embankment tube horsemouth recognised the rendezvous from last time (gordon's wine bar) and walked up the road trying to find a place to get a snack (the better to line his stomach in preparation for the carnage to come) - ah a pret a manger next to a pub (the princess of wales), horsemouth ducked in but could find nothing non-meaty or non-fishy (strange that). he headed out the door past the brace of english flag wearing types by the door of the pub, one gave him the security eye once over (horsemouth affected not to notice. horsemouth is a civilian now.)
he wandered down to gordon's, down the steps and saw mike almost immediately.
as you know horsemouth is not a fan of nationalistic bollocks.
april 24th a neighbour's recycling
horsemouth has brought many of these books back to herefordshire with him (excepting a smile in the mind: witty thinking in graphic design) which was too large to transport easily.
april 24th museum gardens 6pm or so
having walked down (54 mins claimed google maps, or was it TFL) horsemouth arrived 20-30 mins early for the meeting so he sat down on a bench in museum gardens. a girl paced around talking animatedly into her phone, another sat out on the grass with a book, a homeless dude patrolled the benches for dropped coins or fag butts.
the meeting itself went well (despite horsemouth's fears). it's an important lesson for him about keeping things in perspective.
after the meeting horsemouth followed the masses round the corner to the approach. there he tried to drink sensibly but failed (the others seemed quite intent on enjoying the night and horsemouth was happy to see everybody). thereafter there was the long march through hackney (if he'd have thought about it clearly he would have got the bus).
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horsemouth is back out in the wilderness. it is a grey rainy morning (but he doesn't feel too bad on it). he's just had his coffee. in a bit he will go and open up the abbey. after closing up the abbey last night his mum and himself sat down in the conservatory and had a beer. today it looks like rainy all day. (there may be some sun sunday).
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