
rubber eggs
reckon mick and ginger are 30 holes in (only 160 more to go).
we had (mick's 60th birthday) rump steak sandwiches for lunch.
then i had to boot it to town, picking up my lights from the MMASM house and heading over to the camden roundhouse to photograph 'the good, the bad, the queen'
wasn't an easy shoot: i had to photograph them as they ran through their set (without audience).
i didn't just want to do some live photos so was messing about with my own lighting and kinda ran outta time.
and i kept getting in the way of the legendary 'penny smith' who was shooting 35mm film (with no flash).
not feeling as accomplished as i would have liked, left for the long (rush hour) drive home.
home alone: mrs.perou and sons are at granny ali's for the night: a two day holiday in london town.
apparently maximum was so excited about sleeping over at ali's he kept asking 'can i go to bed yet?'.
i was very confused for a while, checking up on the chickens tonight, when i found a small, brown egg of unusual texture and feel in the nesting boxes.
mick or ginger must have left it there for us.
only realised what it was when i knocked it on the table and it bounced off again.
hohoho...