horsemouth and his (former) subterranean lair

currently (in the wilds of herefordshire) it has snowed. but then it has rained on top of it. (god knows where it will all be later on). 

here's a photo of horsemouth pausing while moving some furniture with a friend 

this was when he was last in london at the end of september. the sun is shining. he's down to his t-shirt.  the one set of shelves was mostly hidden behind his clothes rack, its former place in the kitchen was usurped by yet another cupboard that just meant more space for things to be hoarded. it was a gift from the guy upstairs next door (it was very decorative/ not very practical). 

the two small box shelves (one of which he is sitting on) horsemouth found on the street and sawed to size for his downstairs flat in stoke newington (when he lived there). they probably date back to the nags head. these he used to store his 'mass-market paperbacks' (the little ones).  

he regrets not giving away more of his shelving now - at least he knows it has gone to a good home. 

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as you can judge by pictures of his former room horsemouth was the absolute king at packing things into small spaces

the folding shelves (behind the guitars) went to TGs (if he remembers correctly). the shelves on the wall (built by darryl) did not (this was probably a mistake). the CDs/ books came with horsemouth (of course). the CD player did not. the oak chest stayed (he hopes people have found a use for it). various bits of kipple went in the bin. 

meanwhile his books/ CDs/ records seem to be surviving ok out in the garage he really should work out a way of getting them inside (purchasing more shelving probably or getting it built by someone more practical than himself). 

and here's sort of a reverse shot from the corner of the room featuring horsemouth with a bottle of beer. we are talking about three and a half years ago here. the box shelves are just visible above his head and to his right. as you can see it is a raised bed with space for storage underneath (this was used).  the table he's sitting next to he (kind of) regrets leaving behind. there was also a tilak coffee table under the bed (that would have been nice too)

it's was all very cosey in his subterranean lair 

after a great deal of conflict horsemouth managed to secure a decent view out of his window of green growing things (and then, as if by magic, while he was away, it was fucked). he is always reminded (when he sees it) of mole in wind in the willows.  

of course moles adventures start when he says 'oh bother spring cleaning!' and leaves his safe hidey-hole. 

last night bellringing. horsemouth is making progress. he was shown the technique for ringing down the bells at the end of the night which he will have to practice.