Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: August 15, 2006

MD -1

got up at 6.30am with a view to move some usefully abandoned tyres into place.
i was having to use tyres because someone stole the 8 wooden pallets we were using yesterday (to reserve parking for the (now)two lorries that were/are being loaded).

but mrs.perou had got up at 5.30am and moved 50 tyres into place already: 1 at a time and stacked in neat rows of four tyres a pile.

i am SO fracking tired now...

spent most of the day photographing andriy shevchenko for reebok.
he was very pleasant.
fortunately he spoke some english and had an italian transalator there, as i speak NO ukranian.

and yes, i know...my 'posing with celebrities and footballers' posing is getting more ludicrous...

the 'other' footballer i (discreetly) photographed a while back was 'thierry henri' and when i get my hard-drives back, i'll post up a picture of me and him too.
i might even post up some of THE actual pictures of him: whatthehell...
for the real thing (or at least some of it) go HERE.
go on: getcher selfa wallpaper.

better still, buy some RBK football apparel and show some support.

returned to the factory to dig up an prehistoric fern (80yr old) from the grounds of the perou factory.
and to smash the house up a bit more.
the studio has alwys been quite empty so the emptiness there isn't quite as shocking as the absolute nothingness that has enveloped our home.
the only thing left for me to take is the floor boards and the electrical wall sockets: EVERYthing else has gone.

i feel sad for this building.
stupidly.
feel like it's seen us through some times: good and bad.
buildings have characters for sure and i feel wrong to be abandoning this old one (splattered with our blood, sweat and tears) and letting the government destroy it.

tonight, neil is driving my r32, i am driving my zzr and cousin james is driving his mini to the farm.
then james is driving us all home to london again.
so that i can drive the perou-mobile down tomorrow and have all motors there: 'no-one gets left behind'.
we are staggering our setting off for the farm so that we can arrive more or less together.
i will leave last.
and still expect to arrive first.
;)

maximum is requesting to move in a box.
he has made me mark one with his name specially for his departure.
all things considered, i think he's dealing with the move very well.
z is blissfully oblivious, of course.

btw. with no internet down on the farm, till the adsl is installed, my posts might be slightly erratic...