the hottest may bank holiday on record

'I took the whole of the morning service and sermon for my father and he celebrated the holy communion...' 

kilvert's dad is a priest also. 

tomorrow kilvert is off to london. he will return on 29th may and then he is off to clyro (possibly for the last time he thinks). 

yesterday a year ago horsemouth was walking back from the only bus service that ran on a sunday near to his mum's house (the bus across to hay). he had been up to the wen to see soft white underbelly (aka. the blue oyster cult) with mike T. 

and most excellent they were too. 

bees in the flowers (the raspberry canes mostly). but not old style bees. instead a wider selection of bee like creatures. 

the black cat caught a slow worm and then (bored) abandoned it. a golden beast. horsemouth picked it up and put it back on the banking and after a while it slid away. hopefully it is ok after its mauling. 

there was a dragonfly also. 

from waxworks horsemouth is watching the ivan the terrible episode (more awesome set design and costumes and german expressionist acting). he read a bit of emil cioran's a history of decay (the usual moaning). sample moan;

'history - that indecent alloy of banality and apocalypse.' 

he read a little karl korsch as well. 

this morning horsemouth is up early (6.30am). he had left the windows open overnight to gather up the cold air and has now closed them and drawn the curtains to keep the cold air in the house. 

now to see if it works.