horsemouth gets into town and he gets on the lizard line (crossrail to you and me).
but to his horror he discovers himself being routed through canary wharf (and not through stratford to better test out if the overground is running for later on). he changes to the jubilee (through corridors of intense underground shopping experience) and at stratford he finds out the overground isn't running after all and ends up on a rail replacement bus coming through homerton.
and home. (phew)
in a bit horsemouth will head out the door to the soft white underbelly gig. he thinks 38 (most of the way) or walk it (an hour fifteen according to tfl). there's a meet up in a pub at 7.30.
but first horsemouth is killing time waiting for a phonecall from his mum (6pm). he's eaten a cheap pizza and had a cup of tea (that should hold him).
and the gig
'tonight is the night we ride!'
he pronounces it most excellent.
he met mike at the compton arms for a pre-match pint.
they entered to the end credits music from blade runner (good choice).
particular highlights - the golden age of leather, cagey cretins, godzilla, burning for you, don't fear (the you know what), ETI, ME262, subhuman(?), and then came the last days of may and others his memory will gradually return to him. mike T and his good self were parked near a group of voluble spaniards. it was one of those great gigs where everyone knows all the words.
no astronomy, no veteran of the franco-prussian wars, nothing off cultosaurus, no nosferatu (but an I love the night - the spanish girl's favourite).
they went for a post match pint (or in horsemouth's case two) at the wetherspoons on highbury corner.
horsemouth returned on the 30 (which was a much better choice than the 38 which got him there).
horsemouth was up early and off to paddling pool. he was on the train early. he didn't truly relax until his mum gave him a phonecall. (and so here he is)
now to get the bus back from hereford to kingstone and to walk from there horsemouth expects to be back home by 3pmish and the sun is shining.
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