
Odd day. Our managing editor Richrad Sutcliffe left today and we went to see one of the bands he looks after play. Then on the Hammersmith And City Line on the way home I saw the end of a relationship. Upsetting.
This is dogshit park. It's where Taz goes to do his buiness inbetween proper walks. Last night I had a bit of hassle in there with this kid who accused me of kicking his Staff. I didn't, of course, I just told it to fuck off. But he was cool in the end. He didn't try and kill me and it ended up with us "respecting" each other because his dog was called Murkle and I knew that Jammer's recent track was called Murkle Man even though I am a thirty something whitey. Am I becoming more street? I have certainly been listening to alot of grime recently. Ya get me?

tonight on Oxford Street. The Social was lit by candlelight and had no music. Strangely peacefull and calm in there with Paul and Sam Jones. Then went up to the Dennis Publishing local at random and ran into old collegues from Maxim and Bizarre. Lack of electricity didn't seem to hold up anything at a party at the Sanderson I passed on the way home though.






Taken the other day for Front. They're main interests are drink, drugs, avoiding their girlfriends and making music. Sounds a bit like, er, Skunk Rock! well if the Klaxons have brought rave back why not? Took Taz to Scrubs tonight and people were flying their model aircraft as the sun went down. I didn't have my camera. Stupid.