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i don't know how many more crusty raves i can endure...
that is, not going to them, but living next to them.
had a VERY bad night's sleep.
have been knackered all day.
this morning, playing tag with mrs.perou (who got up first (an hour after i went to bed) and who needed a few minutes more sleep) i had to shout at a guy who was just about to torch a car he had parked outside our house.
he was rolling up newspaper in the boot and spraying lighter fluid all over it.
'oi!' i shouted out of the window, z in one arm 'don't even half think about torching that here...'
'i'm not torching anything', he said, 'i'm just rearranging some things in my boot'.
he then sped off...probably to another seemingly deserted street to set fire to the car.
picked up the films at metro, drove out of town to the lab out of town and got the 'hayley attwell' shoot from yesterday scanned.
returned to the factory.
watched 'hotel rwanda'.
cooked a roast dinner with beef donated from the black farmer.
tried to cooksome choclate brownies but realised i've already packed the cookbooks.
and retouched half the 'hayley attwell' shoot.
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