uncloudy day (a heap of broken images)

 'in the hot unclouded afternoon I went slowly up the hill by wern y pentre...' 

- kilvert on this day in 1872

'... you know only a heap of broken images...' - t.s. eliot, the wasteland.

here (yesterday) it has just hailed (and then the sun has come out again almost immediately) and now (yesterday) it is raining.

this makes horsemouth regret his moments of watering (so unnecessary). the weather is looking a bit pessimistic for the next few days.  

yesterday (as will be) a zoom beers meet with h.a. (as he is now called). 

h.a. was drinking lager. horsemouth was drinking 0% lager. 

h.a. (can you tell who it is yet?) is giving up on facebook. they discussed gentrification and the arts and the way art galleries are full of talentless dross (mostly big paintings done with a lightbox because they fill the space up nicely). 

theu talked about books (horsemouth displaying his haul from his recent visit to the wen). then they talked about films.

h.a. recommended all we imagine as light (gentrification crops up here too). he's taken out some temporary membership to the bfi. 

horsemouth recommended lots of georges-henri clouzot (les diaboliques, the wages of fear etc.). 

they both expressed their enthusiasm for carry on screaming and fearless vampire killers. 

this morning rainy and grey. horsemouth is just back from feeding the chickens. he's found his copy of all the names and so has recommenced reading it.