the number of the beast
washed the perou-mobile (without the use of hose, of course) and thought i might be making a mistake getting rid of my loved one.
phoned the garage to cancel my dropping it off with a view to sell and was told they had a buyer.
drove to chiswick and waved goodbye to my old thirsty friend.
andy drove me to south acton station in a hummer that he was trying to get me to buy.
on a good day it does 10 miles per gallon.
although it looks and feels bigger, it's actually got the same wheelbase as the yukon.
what i'd really like is a flash, fast, luxury car that's powered by water, steam, air, electricity or anything other than ozone destroying nasty.
it pains me now to know that such a car could exist if there wasn't so much money/power in play over oil and the likes.
got the ghetto line back to hackney wick.
it was an unplasant experience that got worse through hackney reinforcing my need to get out of town (permanently).
the perou factory yard looks empty with two 'little' cars in it.
picked up harry borden and went to the 'glamour women of the year awards' at berkeley square gardens
which was quite surreal.
very 'them and us' kind of style.
walking the red carpet in, the papanazis made a point of putting their cameras down and looking away.
i like to think this is a compliment.
we walked in behind 'duncan from blue' (as he's known) and emma thompson and were follwed in by liz hurley and 'my partner david furnish'.
we were sat on the photographers' table at the back of the room, near the toilets.
so we got to see everyone as they went to powder their noses.
it was a 'star studded event' with a lot of 'A-list' celebbies: 'them'.
jonathan ross was hosting, as usual: he hosts almost every awards dinner and he was funny, as usual.
the party was going on long but after the awards, we felt the need to pick up our goody bags and chip off.
home by midnight.
weird night.
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