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our little, once forgotten, corner of the world: blink and you'll miss it.
in a frustrated attempt to leave the factory on time for a midday meeting at soho house, not only did i commit several traffic violations, but i also managed to leave my wallet on my desk.
i didn't realise this until after i had parked in an underground carpark in town and ordered lunch at SH.
the 'urgent bike' ordered to reunite me with my funds (required before i could leave SH and rescue the perou-mobile) took over an hour to arrive.
making me late for my meeting with our beloved solicitor, planning consultant and compensaton surveyor.
at the meeting, i was encouraged to make note (in a diary) of all the time i am spending on dealing with the accursed complusory purchase.
it's easy enough to write down all the meetings i'm attending, all the site visits i make or the time i spend searching for a new home online and on the phone.
but what about the endless hours i lie awake at night regurgitating the same scenarios and concerns over and over again.
can i really invoice for a good 8hrs a night, every night?
or the actual unchartable foreshortening of my life and the impact this is all having on my creativity?
i seriously think emigrating might be the way forward...only the goverenment (aka c**t) won't give us the ca$h: they have to buy our next place.
google earth is an amazing thing...download it and have some big brother fun.
does anyone know where sebastian coe lives?
ps. as harry borden's too lazy to go to the gallery and check out the NEW section, there's a link to the new section (called recent) in the nav everywhere (just for him) just like the old days...
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