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Am sooo knackered today, think I'm getting flu or something equally annoying. I drove all the way to Hastings late last night to see the Swede, then had to drive to my shoot with Michael Mascaro in Buckhurst hill for the cover of the Witching hour by Anne Rice (fuck I hate the M25) it all went really well though apart from getting horribly lost. I really love His work, it's fucking excellent and it was a really nice chilled out shoot... had a nightmare getting home and am now ready to collapse and die :