drunk in charge of a minor
maximum and z are so different in personality, if not in looks.
z's forehead is covered in bruises and lumps because he head-butts everything (or failing that, bites it).
maximum is a sensitive, arty type...
this afternoon, we went nextdoor to the 'lovebox' festival in victoria park.
z loved it.
maximum wasn't too sure.
z didn't want to get down off my shoulders he was dancing like bez and shouting along to 'the feeling'.
theses pictures by bra-in mc carthy esq.
the esseentials at a festival
mobile, cider in a tin, designer sunglasses, vip pass and milk in a baby bottle.
didn't stay too long at the festy in the park.
but had some fun all the same.
was the least effort spent getting to a festival: it being literally just down the road.
unfortunately it has given mrs.perou ideas: now she wants a festival at our farm in kent.
apparently a distant 'perou' relative of ours already has a 'perou-fest' somewhere near bradford, yearly.
this may be the same distant relative who is not me on myspace, also going by the 'perou' name... although he lists he ambitions in life as something like 'i want to be a knob': oh the shame.
can't choose your family can you!
amused oursleves at the entourage following peaches geldof around and expected to see naughty james in tow (but didn't).
now i am drunk.
and once more home in the bosom of the perou factory.
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