London/pile of clothes/yesterday |
What’s that smell?
Weed.
Where are we?
I think you can call it a courtyard.
Not a car park then?
Well, there’s a car over there, but that’s
probably a football-netball court.
So why can I smell weed?
That will be those guys, over there
graffiti-ing.
What are we doing here?
Waiting.
What for?
The photo shoot to finish.
We’re on a photo shoot?
We are.
Behind Trellick Tower?
It’s a cool tower.
Are you in the photos?
Not really.
Am i?
Non-plus.
There’s that non-plus again.
I’m feeling French.
Why?
Because I’m in England – I always feel more
French in England.
But you’re English.
I feel more English in France.
You’re weird.
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