'I would fain make two reports in my journal, first the incident and observations of today; and by tomorrow I review the same and record what was omitted before, which will often be the most significant and poetic part...' - thoreau, journal, 27th march 1857.
thoreau and his attempt to obtain a stereoscopic vision of events by means of writing.
horsemouth was just grumpy.
having done a meeting (for the shhh you know what) (which went well) he was tempted by his mum to have a beer (which he did). they sat out briefly in the evening sun. then horsemouth dealt with the fuzzy head. but now he's feeling tense and grumpy - he has disrupted the usual flow of the central heating and now he worries that it isn't coming on. ok fairplay it has come on (so no need to worry about that).
time told if he was being paranoid or correct. he was being paranoid.
there he just went to check if the wounded chicken was ok - in a little bit he'll go downstairs and dry up the washing up.
allegedly there's a modern gothic horror movie on at 9 on film4. horsemouth will give it a go. despite an engaging lead it's a turkey.
'this, despite appearances, is not a record collection. I prefer to call it an accumulation of records. a collection implies some kind of organising principle and this doesn't have that. these records are just records that, if you like, just followed me home over the years..'
advert goldmine, the music collector's magazine, featuring the guy who used to present the old grey whistle test (but not whispering bob, mark ellen? no. david hepworth).
he discovers an album by laraaji he bought 45 years ago, he has never played it, he plays it, it is wonderful. (about 20 mins in. skip the rest they are still bloody annoying)
horsemouth is contemplating how to get his records home (and his books, dear god his books).
the AGM is coming up (end of april) as usual horsemouth is dreading it. there's the rent rise, there's the accounts and now there'll be discussion of the thing. but horsemouth will survive, it will soon be over, he will soon be up the pub.
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