no TV last night (not even the news)

11th may 1871. no kilvert.

horsemouth has dipped in to england, bloody england by lesley hazleton (less an expatriate's return than an emigration memoir from the late 80ies - portions of it appeared in tikkun and the new york times, can that be right? ok yes tikkun not tiqqun and not tikkun olam either.)

on the back cover there she is with 80ies shoulder pads,  glasses and hair. in the first few chapters she's wandering round liverpool 8 - so rough and benighted it doesn't even have a name. toxteth, next door, toxteth you've heard of. 

mostly it is a moaning on about the english and english 'coldness' and the class system and the industrial decay and the dry rot. horsemouth thought it might be interesting to compare people complaining about the country and leaving then and now. 

horsemouth wandered up the hill to deliver eggs and then he did zoom beers with howard. the topics of conversation escape him for the moment. ok no sapphire and steel they discussed, howard still has some left to watch. 

this morning a cooler, duller morning (so far). ok no it is brightening up. later a thunderstorm (allegedly). thunderstorm this evening (and tomorrow evening possibly).

a friend has done the hereford way walk up to peterchurch. apparently it was not all plain sailing but with the aid of a map and a geolocation app they made it. (horsemouth, as you know, is planning a walk back from nearby vowchurch). 

no TV last night (not even the news). 

today is the anniversary of the release of space ritual by hawkwind one of the all time great space rock albums.