in an inn
DTT with ms.hood and ditched her at aldgate east.
had a meeting at squint opera, just to oversee the last tweaks and to be a fussy customer.
picked up another cardboard house from south molton street.
i once catwalk modelled for 'comme de garcon' in paris (long story, quite entertaining...ended up on the cover of every newspaper and page 3 of the jewish chronicle...another time)
passing 'browns men' clothes store, i noticed a very nice pair of comme de garcon trousers in the window, so went in to enquire about the price.
£550!!!
WTF?
JUST for a pair of black trousers.
i appear to be on the wrong side of the british rich poor divide.
met mark and drove back to walthamstow (i now hate this place).
reshot the last DPS for 125.
was very unhappy to realise i was standing on this used condom whilst shooting.
then realised they were all over the place.
:(
back in town
had some dumbasses bind the roughs of THE BOOK for a meeting tomorrow.
in my absence, they reshuffled all 365 pages into a completely random order before stamping holes on many of the wrong sides and binding them together.
sometimes, it's possible to think the world is against you.
but really it's just because the world is full of fucking morons who shouldn't be allowed to work or breed.
drove into the heart of the surrey countryside to a beautiful hamlet with an inn and checked in.
room service included a pint of addlestones' premium cloudy cider.
making everything just slightly more bearable.
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