
cant see mirrors then i ca see you!
deja-vu.
(what a CRAP film)
left the farm at 7am and drove to london town.
dropped the perou-mobile at andy's garage for a service/tweak/bug deflector/tyres.
he gave me a lovely loaner to drive around in, till the perou-mobile's ready to return: a 13yr old, bright red, lowered, vw golf vr6 with a loud exhaust.
it's done 179,000miles.
it's gross.
it's not blacked out...so i feel REALLY indiscreet.
it doesn't have air con...so i feel really hot and bothered driving it.
manual box.
sat nav/ ipod hook up/ leather free...
i could go on.
not that i'm not grateful for the loan...
sadly, as you can probably tell, my ride's important to me.
saw a VERY nice black 1981 (almost my favourite model) corvette at andy's and discussed it's being relocated to the perou farm.
and an incredible dodge(?) that was being serviced that cost $250,000...and there was no discussion about it's being relocated to the perou farm.
drove to kensington and photographed 'johnny marr'
haven't photographed him since 'electronic' with bernard back in the days of 'select'.
damn: i am getting old(er).
really good to see him.
swopped some amusing stories and took some good/great (i hope) photos against the odds in an unhelpful hotel.
back to the farm, via labs, in a hot golf just before friday (POET'S) night rush hour kicked in.
too many back holiday's at the moment.
want to get on with some work, see(ing)...