horsemouth is gingerly inspecting his head for signs of a hang over

it's the morning. horsemouth is gingerly inspecting his head for signs of a hang over. he thinks he has been lucky again. (or it may be that modern beer is just kinder than its predecessors). 

last night beers with john and graham.  horsemouth hasn't been in the pembury tavern for years. (oh dear. reports are that horsemouth was singing in the pub - he was clearly drunker than he thought)

on the way over (cutting through the pembury estate) an elderly rasta flyered them. winston reedy was the only name horsemouth recognised.  ah he was in the cimarons. 

in the day a meeting with colin and then up to the hub cafe to meet up with john. they set off to wander round the canal system but were intercepted by a phonecall from enza eventually meeting her back at the hub cafe after some confusion (horsemouth's fault). 

then back home. horsemouth cooked diner (using a packet of risotto john's mum had given him) and then they killed some time before wandering out for beers. 

nice moment in the turkish corner shop this morning. old black ladies walking in good morning, good morning being greeted as auntie by the young dude behind the counter - good morning auntie (etc.), hungover polish girl wanders in dzień dobry, horsemouth replied dzień dobry, him, the girl and the dude behind the counter smile.