a former work colleague of horsemouth’s has summoned the guillotine (that most useful of instruments) and the vulture (that most sagacious of birds) to do the necessary work of riding the world of our venal, corrupt and fecking useless ruling class.
horsemouth had hoped they were going to load themselves into rocket ships and blast off in search of new markets to conquer (but no such luck).
he had hoped they were going to load themselves into bunkers far beneath the earth and sit out the apocalypse (sadly not).
ok here horsemouth lies, horsemouth's friend didn’t mention vultures, but they’re a nice touch don’t you think.
the conversation then moved on to the necessity for a guillotine emoji.
horsemouth (however) cautions against rage. horsemouth pretty much thinks there are two kinds of people - those who are in touch with their anger and can make use of it without being destroyed by it and those who are not in touch with their anger and are destroyed by contact with it.
horsemouth thinks of himself as being in the later category - if he loses his temper then he loses, is his belief. consequently he tries to go about everything calmly and carefully (however angry it makes him).
'stay calm. this is simply the beginning...'
last night he watched small prophets the latest detectorists sort of thing (and very charming it was). michael palin appears as a senile old man in a nursing home.
horsemouth had a dream where he was on south wales railways and he lost his rucksack.
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