horsemouth is just back from a chat with howard (zoom beers).
ok no he's just back from locking up the abbey somewhat late. saturday morning he got there to discover the organist letting himself in.
howard has been reading lots of the letters of virginia woolf and vanessa bell. indeed soon enough he's off to lewes.
horsemouth is a little shocked that howard should have developed an interest (and indeed a liking) for the bloomsbury group. he may like them but horsemouth is by no means certain that they would have liked him. even horsemouth (grammar school-boy, not really, it was a comprehensive) they would have probably viewed as an oik.
howard says it has been a good summer of reading. horsemouth hasn't read so much of late (his reading of caleb williams seems to have stalled). he's spent a lot of time farting about on the internet instead.
'okay, it's fiction but it brings me closer to reality.' - véronique (anne wiazemsky) in la chinoise.
there was a chat about musical plans.
look at book-pilled here. he's reading away and still has his views on the books and can talk about them from memory.
'don't get old' horsemouth has had that said to him twice in one day.
it's the morning of the sunday. and a beautiful morning it is. plenty of sun but there's a nip in he air. maybe the last truly hot day (25C).
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