The South Coast Watch : No sleep till Pompey

I haven’t been taking my medication lately. I’m not going to lie, it is taking its toll on me. On Saturday morning I awoke at 10am, did a work out that would kill most normal human beings, put my make up on, said goodbye to several of my wives and made that incredible journey to Portsmouth that uses a train, a boat and a taxi. It is 5 miles away after all. On route I picked up my assistant Ben Farrelly. He would be taking some images for me as photography is below me, I haven’t got much time for him, but `needs must’ as they say. He gets on my nerves but at least he is a handsome prick, and although he wouldn’t take anywhere near enough photographs, some is better than none.

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