Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: August 29, 2007

aka dad-dad

thought i was doing well when i turned up for my bargain hotel overlooking hyde park last night.
bounded up the steps thinking i'd done real good with my lastminute.com acquisition.
until i was checking in and the receptionist said, 'yes sir, unfortunately you're booked into our sister hotel, just a few blocks down...above the...ur...shell petrol station'.

did not sleep well last night: every spring of the mattress i was trying to sleep on was sticking in my back.
at 2.30am i had to force the hotel to provide me more bedding (to lie on not under).

earlier i had to request a bath plug.

there's a reason i don't do under 4*
unbelievably this hotel WAS 4*

i will not continue to scrimp on hotels.
today i am ridiculously tired and i've put my back out.

poorly frances met me at queensway and we drove up to (weird) milton keynes.

i am ashamed to say, i slumped to an all time low by renting a venture photography studio for a shoot there.
there were only other two photo studios in milton keynes: one was a glamour studio with terracotta painted walls (and room sets) and the other had purple walls.
PURPLE WALLS?%&**!!???

as it was, when we arrived we couldn't help but notice the 'white' studio floor was black with a month's shoe scuffs and detritus.
'ur...could we get the floor painted...maybe, WHITE?', i said.
'we only paint the floor once a month' said someone who seemed to know...'we shoot everything on this floor and just retouch out the marks afterwards'.

properly amazing...i was close to dumbfounded...which is better than the usual dumb.

had a short happy shoot with babies (feeling broody) like babies have never been photographed in a venture studio before.
and left.

had delicious lunch in a pub in a beautiful village somewhere in hereford(?) that the good pub guide found me.
i was enjoying my halumi stuffed chicken breast and vegetables until i found a pube in a potato and almond croquette.

i live in a farm with animals and animal-like children and i have NEVER had a pube in my food.
how on earth does this happen?
must be deliberate and not accidental.
frances who had food poisoning on the weekend went to be sick.
and i declined pudding.

drove to sussex while frances slept in the back of the perou-mobile.

stopped at my brother and nina's to ponce internet providings and chill before heading t' airport many hours later.
frances has been asleep upstairs since we got here.
my mum and dad came round by-chance so got to see them too.
and nephews joe and chris are here n'all.

now, me and the frances are off to gatwick.

then we fly to newquay, cornwall for a shoot tomorrow am.
i doughnut know when i post again.

good evenings.

zzzzz