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17 redchurch street
took mr.bunny on a gorgeous dog run / bike ride along the canal to the south of that bend you see in the thames on eastenders opening credits.
mr.bunny is super-done for the rest of the day and can hardly move.
he only moves from his basket to find his nice leather collar and eat it.
presumably in an attempt to scupper any plans i have for a long dog run/ bike ride tomorrow morning.
went for a meeting to show some works in chelsea and came out of the meeting with much more.
left with the meeting with a spring in my step, excited about future possibilities
spent the afternoon in an audio garage, which WAS a waste of life, especially as things weren't reconnected correctly and i left with the perou-mobile worse than it was.
i am sick of people not being able to do their jobs right.
i don't understand why anyone WOULD do their jobs badly or half-assed.
here at perou inc. and at the bunker we do everything to 110% excellent.
even when i stacked shelves in sainsburys, i stacked them shelves up the best they could be stacked.
can't stand shoddy.
caught in gnarly traffic, didn't make it back to bunker until it was time to rush out again to the mixmag 30th birthday party.
but has mixmag really been going since 1983?
was there dance music in 1983?
simian mobile disco was good, erol alkan was ok.
really wanted to stay for felix da housecoat but just couldn't last the distance without some sustenance.
at this point in my food diary, today i had only consumed 4 luxury mince pies and apple and a can of redbull
dinner at midnight at SH with a plan to return to the party but instead crashed out in a post food slump.