the end is not nigh
went to sleep to the sound of waves lapping at the shore and foghorns sounding somewhere out there in the dark channel between the isle of wight and the mainland.
had a happy evening with a little log fire and fine company: alex and maggie, lord hamilton and maria.
would LOVE to live right there in lord montagu's beach house.
or maybe in the same building but in malibu?
a long hard day shooting for inika cosmetics
then DTT
returned my spanish lady friend home to the west of london and my australian lord friend home to the central of london
and myself back to the east to a hotel, shaking from drinking too much redbull (which was required to drive back exhausted)
i would like some time off for good behaviour: feels like we're amidst a long slog just now.
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