
He spent the major part of Monday with on the ground of the cricket of the lord with friends that the observation rain-A struck the last day of the test against India. While with less one of them was seen holding the can of A of adoptive, Daniel did not have anything in his hands but an umbrella. With 6pm, to wish ardently after rain and the bad light had stopped the play with England shorts of counter of victory, the film hold the first role and a friend on the left in a limousine driver-control for a club of the members deprived in Soho. There, under the attentive eye of the mother Marcia de Daniel and the Alan father, his buddies sang the happy birthday, drank their way by a mass of bottles of beer and from wine, are gone down from the cocktails and diné on a choice of the hors-d'oeuvres. It would be during six hours before Daniel was led outside above to the escape from fire to the back of the building to his limousine. And before Radcliffe arrived at the family at the house in Fulham it looked at definitely worse for the use. It seemed pale and apparent so unstable on its feet which it had to be carried out through the pavement by a minder.
The publicity agent Vanessa Davies de Daniel, quite naturally sharp to protect the clear image from its boy, yesterday required that it had not drunk alcohol with the cricket. “It did not drink absolutely stimulates or any other German lager,” it said. “Daniel is now 18 and the question if it chooses to consume alcohol with a private function or not is completely until him.” Was this thus a case of Harry Potter and hangover of death? Perhaps the father of Daniel, emerging from the house yesterday after midday, could elucidate. “You are inside for very long waiting,” it said photographers. “It is deadened and will be during one moment.”
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