
cunning stunt
up 5.30am
DTT with stratford
photographed some bits of a gym in east london (for reebok)
finished ahead of schedule.
dropped into the reebok lounge and picked up some fine new purple pumps.
did lunch at shoreditch house (stratford stayed at my agent, patricia's)
was very confused /concerned seeing the double billboards asking 'when was the last time you had a good RANK?'
something to do with mr waddall's latest, efficient PR drive.
but i'm not sure about the connotations of this.
wouldn't it be like me inferring PEROU=POO?
which is something i haven't heard since i was a school kid.
(on a related note, it's been a while since anyone's called me 'jug-ears', 'the FA cup', 'paddington bear' or 'dumbo' too).
fell asleep on huffein's 'work' bench while he lasered away at my shoulder, apparently using 4 different frequencies...?
picked up stratford and boosted home stopping in sidcup to let the dog run around the park and piss near a tree.
back to the farm home alone: mrs.perou and sons at her mum's.
been a LONG time since i've been home alone.
party at mine...NOW
ps. thankyou to the unexpected amount of people that immediately bought my little 2008 diary thing on blurb.
i'm now thinking i'll back-do 2007's book too, although it's a bit bigger.
for anyone who missed it, here's the LINK to it again.