so much to answer for...
woke early to a rough approximation of this (from the 9th floor of the hilton).
to the studio by 7am for a pre-light and mild panic over the forgotten gels.
calumet had NO gels in stock.
fortunately there was a concert lighting hire place nearby and we got what we needed there.
photographed mr ryan giggs for half a day
then caught a train back to london for a couple of hours.
watching ep.1 of 'true blood' which was most fine.
am also getting addicted to 'need for speed undercover' for the iphone.
drove back to farm for a couple of hours.
there's a new unpleasant 'drone' kind of sound coming from the engine area of the perou-mobile.
which is very not good news.
maybe gear related?
undoubtedly expensive.
the work (still) continues on the new shower-room.
it's shaping up good though.
quite like this blue/green...depending on your screen's colour balance.
it's mud-er
death for no reason the sake of a nice looking lawn.
perou 1, earth-shifter 0
i've been trying to trap this mole for weeks.
but now i've killed him, i'm racked with guilt.
so much so that i wasn't planning on posting this picture, as i am ashamed of myself.
apologies to the squeamish: life (and death) as it happens here at 'das secret diary'.
karma will come and find me, i know.
thank fuck i'm not a budhist.
back at farm, cut the (mole hole free) formal lawns listening to harold budd's 'music for three pianos' which makes 'lawn mowing' SO much more enjoyable and almost relaxing.
not a bad day's graft: reebok campaign in manchester, train to london, a drive to east kent and a trim of some grass.
now chicken balti dinner a la mrs.perou and 24 on telly.
btw. this mole appears to have been into (auto)asphyxiation: 'hard' not to notice, he died with an erection.
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