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and theres more...
all i see is...dead foxes
stratford high street
fox jam, becoming one with the pavement.
is 'RTA' the most common way for foxes to pass this mortal coil these days?
certainly it's not by being torn apart by a pack of playful hounds anymore (thankfully).
is it possible to just get old and die in one's sleep, as a fox?
what's the average life expectancy of a fox?
so many questions…
excerpt from my spanish lady friend's not-so-secret diary, today:
"started the day reversing perou's new cadillac into a wall at the bow bunker.
the perou-mobile isn't dented, but there are paint free scratches on the bumper now.
next perou slaughtered me, 6 games to 0 in a devastating squash match.
we had a meeting with sorapol about the campaign perou will shoot on our return from NY and perou realised their headquarters are right next to an importer of fine italian foods he has shopped at before.
waited in the car while perou jumped out to photograph ANOTHER dead fox. i think he's becoming obsessed.
ate burrata and parma ham for lunch at 4pm and spent the rest of my working day sorting out pictures of matthew mcconaughey.
i am now going home to flagellate myself in penance for my driving misdemeanour.
i will try not to enjoy the pain…although "pain is pleasure", as perou has told me many times'