Just a little dick around for blog purposes, featuring fiends new and old.
And the ending scene has quite a funny story attached.
Waitrose four set is essentially a bust, but this is really down to how on the ball the camera monkeys are. This time they were obviously discussing the ins and outs of left hand wanking, or what ever they discuss, and gifted us a good 15 minutes. But as soon as the guard arrived he was giving it the usual 'your not allowed to play here' lark. So we threw back a bit of banter. He then kicked up a fuss about me filming him so I threw back the old 'well your filming us on CCTV' lark. He threatened to smash my blogging machine on the floor so I told him to fuck himself (in so many words)next thing you know he's radio-ing for the po-po, with no luck, as the next time the heated argument between who was threatening who died down, loud and clear over the radio we hear 'WHO ARE YOU? WE HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE'. I laughed, we walked away and left him with egg on his face.
As for the shit hitting the fan, Ive been in bed since I got back from that session with a heavy Flu, missing the J-dilla tribute DJ set with Arun, missed a london session, missed my driving lesson, and fucked my test. BAD BAD BAD TIMING.
Before shit hit the fan and even before that security guard got mugged off this shit went down . . .
Sam fucking runs that spot, and hes going to knock up a friday fours with my to proove it. 5-0 fakie, blunt fakie both went down with promises of blunt flip outs and blunt backsides. OOF!
Anyway im blathering, NEWS TIME . . .
*The werrics will not be on this saturday due to a pre-booked hall but Off Le Hook will be running.
*Gravity are sending us a final costing for the Grind-box this week and as soon as thats sorted we can get our money in the bank and arrange to start work.
J-BEAR
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