
puff

the shoot this morning with mrs.blair (aka cherie booth QC) and mahnaz malik was short, but sweet enough.
despite my wearing a suit, i think my tattoos and 3 day stubble might have thrown things.
but maybe i'm over-thinking it.
slammed back to the farm in time for lunch.
had an amusing/unamusing altercation on the way home with a geezer with issues, who, when i (deftly) cut in to avoid a bus lane, felt the need to get out of his car at the next lights and come and bash on my window, screaming 'what's your fucking problem?'
i think he was talking to himself...he might as well have been.
i laughed at him and drove off, sadly missing his toes.
chill out man (men).
i don't know quite what he'd have accomplished had he managed to block me into the bus lane (ignoring my flashing orange indicator) as he had been trying: what kind of sweet 'victory' he would have achieved?
back at the farm i thought i'd have an afternoon nap but it is not possible: too much post.
i have foolishly given ms.hood a couple of days off to see her beloved.
shore leave should have undoubtedly been canceled.
the complete hot fuzz now UP.