z is for zebra
flew sleazy jet from gatwick to geneva with ms hood and lord hamilton.
picked up a renault koleos 4x4 from avis, at the airport.
the shat nav took us to a bridge accross a ravine that was being rebuilt.
we followed the diversion until the signs ran out, with the shat nav repeatedly telling us to turn around.
when we did finally turn around, we ended up back at the ravine.
repeat.
an hour later and many miles of driving round in circles, we managed to find our way back to the a41.
until...
la voiture est morte
i skillfully manage to kill the renault koleos, completely.
i phoned up avis and said, 'la voiture est morte...oui il est superbe fucked'
a recovery guy turned up and started pulling bits of disintergrated engine out with his hands, laughing.
the car was 3 months old.
not a good advert for renault.
oh, how we laughed...
took a long while to get recovered back to annecy where we abandoned the koleos.
i wanted to set fire to it but the recovery man said, 'non'.
took a taxi 40kms to our final destination arriving too late for dinner almost everywhere.
(amused by our sat nav which was packed and still giving instructions in poshe english from the boot of the taxi).
found the last place open and dinner saved the day: steak, legume gratin and champagne.
ate while i furiously complied pdf pitches of my plans for shoots next week which need approval today.
the hotel is hot and my room has been smoked.
not THE best day at the office.
but i'm still feeling pretty jollie.
why?
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