that joke isn't funny anymore...
i shaved in a comedy moustache last week.
(or is that 'forgot to shave off a comedy moustache last week'?)
but unexpectedly, mrs.perou liked it (despite telling me i looked like paul rutherford from 'frankie goes to hollywood': obviously she has fantasies of being with a gay man) so it's stayed attached to my face for a while, taking on a life of it's own...but i'm now bored of explaining to people not to take me seriously, so it's comin awf.
in this picture (shot in a traffic jam on the m25 this afternoon) note the reflection of ms.hood's legs up on the dashboard looking like she's at a gynecologist's.
do not note the amount of white hairs in my moustache.
only spent 8hrs in the perou-mobile today, doing a 400 mile round trip to spend 23 minutes photographing rebecca adlington with her mum and dad in nottingham.
i've moved on from passport photos: now i'm doing family photos.
green power
i'm amused by the landscaping of the 'gardens' around the bottom of these cooling towers.
and a view obliterated by all the power lines
can't tell where the 'steam' ends and the clouds begin.
sweet baby jesus i'm knackered.
maybe too tired to shave tonight...
at least the magazine i'm shooting for really appreciate the effort i put in and are rewarding me handsomely for it...ur?
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