Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: February 24, 2008

perhaps, after a while, you'd go insane for countryside?
i don't know.

got up and watched 'no country for old men' which was brilliant.

NYC doesn't seem to kick into action too early.
not just an easy sunday morning...not much ever seems to happen before 10am.

met GG and we walked over to chelsea for brunch.

i had hanger steak and scrambled eggs with a half litre of strongbow: a GREAT brunch.

did a bit of shopping round chelsea.
and tried to see some shows (in galleries) but they were all SHUT.

greg took me to a gay S&M bar called 'rawhide' for a drink which was just like the 'blue oyster' in 'police academy'.
kinda intimidating: lots of skinheads with big moustaches, wearing leather...no windows, quite dark.

it didn't smell too good in there so we decided against it.

went to see 'be kind rewind' which was charming but not brilliant.

stopped with greg at 'bath and beyond' which was enormous.
i'm jealous of the amount of consumer selection americans have.

is this chris lowe...

...of the pet shop boys?

i think so.
greg thinks not.

teapot chef...short and stout

this fella's down the road from my apartment, outside a pizza parlour.

he freaks me out...has done for some time.
he's been this way for years.
the blue paint on his eyes is cracked: he looks demented.

i was invited out to an oscar party (there are lots on here tonight) by margot (my old agent and still friend).
but i'm wiped out...so blew it out.

mrs.perou is also wiped out.
z is habitually getting up at 5am and waking up everyone else.

i called z up to tell him that daddy was going to have to come home from america early because i'd heard what he's been doing and how unacceptable it is.
he can't escape the rules...even if i'm not at home.
children need boundaries, rules and discipline...and unconditional love.
the lack of these things is most of what's causing problems with kids in the uk, in my humble opinion.
i would NEVER hit my kids.
but they don't get away with anything either.

i know z understood what i was telling him: i could hear it in his voice when he said 'yes daddy'.
made me really, really sad: immediately worrying, 'what if i died in a plane crash and the last thing z remembered of me was me telling him off'.