Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: July 30, 2012

EXIT TO SUNSET

at least today, i don't feel sick.
but i still have a weird headache that won't go away.

b-ill thinks i'm faking.

by tomorrow, i should have kicked my jet-lag just in time to return and start on some more.


i'm REALLY not looking forward to the red-eye back tomorrow night

brunch at 'la conversation' with b-ill, jake and madeline, where i eat my first ever quesadilla: it is filled with fillet mignon, cheese and mushrooms.

as colin farrell once didst say (in a filthy irish accent) 'that's breakfast, lunch and dinner right thare'

regardless, for a greedy brunch pudding we drive to a mall for a pinkberry-esque frozen yoghurt desert.

i think you pay by the size of the container.
so i cram as much into my small (large) cup as i can, including broken kitkats, strawberries, raspberries and m&m's.
you pay by weight.

i am so stuffed after pudding i need to be rolled home.

obey

coincidentally, on the other side of the pond, mr.bunny is also experiencing some fat-belly issues after he got 'into' a bag of his food and binged until he could literally eat no more.

he would probably eat until his stomach burst.

apparently he looks 8months pregnant.

watched some ladies from hungary and america playing water polo in the olympics, on b-ill's ENORMOUS tv (which is half as big as his LOUNGE)

ladies who do water polo are built like big brick shit-houses.
there is some gratuitous, troubling, underwater camera coverage.

meet giolliosa and natalier (the sister stylists from yesterday's shoot) and their friend and mine: deirdre o'callaghan at soho-hoho house for some drinks and ketchup.

there are more british people in soho house than american people.

from the over-loud conversations, most of them work in film or tv.

hard to mind your own business here.


oh dear.
i've just heard an american fellow say 'THIS IS LIKE THE ULTIMATE HIPSTER STARBUCKS'.

check please

2A Full

dinner with zepure, b-ill, mike and michelle (bill and zep's neighbours) for michelle's birthday dinner

second night in a row for me and b-ill.

soho home-from-home.

one wishes mrs.perou was here.
we are planning on a family return: last time we were (almost) all here was when maximum was 10 months old.