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caracoles

caracoles


i called my spanish lady friend's attention to a snail sliding over the bunker yard floor.

'oh...it's cute! ...i wanna EAT it!' she said excitedly

i feel like an english version of 'asterix the gaul' who always says 'these romans are crazy' (but about spanish people)

i used to say the same about finnish people when my finnish assistant sara used to talk about eating raw potatoes.

own to their each, i guess.

still think snails are slugs with shells though.

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ran around town shopping after my ex-agent FINALLY paid me (5 months after leaving the agency; after months of chasing and weeks and weeks of being told 'it'll be in your account this friday' and it not being, of course).

for the record, we're still in dispute regarding some expenses from 2011 and 2012 that i've only JUST heard about and which were NEVER discussed.

bought a large charcoal BBQ for the bunker IF the summer ever makes a long enough break to grill some dead animal parts (NO SNAILS)

the perou-mobile may need new suspension: this vehicle appears to be disintegrating around me.
could do with another fat american truck but i'd rather have a nissan GTR

picked up some red tights in camden

picked up tawfiq in hackney (these two pick-ups are not related)

to selfridges, then wagamamas for dinner.

to marble arch where i am very disappointed to find an underpass that i had designs on, bricked up.

to elephant and castle (shove it up your asshole) where i am equally disappointed to find another underpass completely not there anymore.

i am however pleased to see someone's had the sense to knock down 'the london park hotel': the old asylum i stayed in for the first two weeks of my student life in london when the PCL halls opposite madamme tussauds weren't finished in time for our arrival.

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tawfiq dog

tawfiq dog


(photo: maria monfort plana)

shoot into the night and finish late.

return the tawfiq (who like a dog was enjoying driving round london at night, listening to loud M83 and bon iver, with his head out the car window)


commander chris is still clearing up the bunker from today's shoot there, when me and maria get back.