Then they started to question if you a true talent/ Or just another redneck substance abuse addict...

EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY from Texas played the vertical Astoria with beauty and menace. The set included 'Six Days At The Bottom Of The Ocean' which is about the Kursk disaster. Has anyone ever made such amazing music about slowly suffocating Russian submariners?

We'll raise up glasses against evil forces/ sing whisky for my men and beer for my horses...

Fitzrovian Phonographic at the bar featuring MICACHU, ALEXANDER WOLFE, and RUMER. Upstairs the dark lords TK1, Caughtbytheriver.net and socialismmagazine.com were in the house and on top form.

May be in magazines but you'll still be my star/ 'Cos baby in the dark you can't see shiny cars..

Visited the 5th floor for the usual favour from Q magazine then later the crew where everybody knows your name at the indie Cheers helped me photograph a bunch of cocktails for the day mag.

The Stone Temple Pilots/ They're elegant bachelors/ They're foxy to me are they foxy to you?...

Visited BEGGARS at Westpoint Studios as they near completion of debut album. Sounding great. Mr. Brendan Lynch is a the controls. Impacts global soon.

Because you can't starve us out/ And you can't make us run/ Cause one of 'em old boys raisin an ole shotgun....

Back from the black hearted country and straight out the the soapbox club at No 57 Greek Street. DEREK MEIMS and MUMFORD AND SONS were great and a handsome young man later played the accordion from the old country in a magical fashion. That's Shankly the Staffie on the door watching out for the darkseekers.

He is the wind/ He is the storm/ He is the woods/ He is the roots/ Nobody will escape the wrath of the tyrant...

A nice lady doctor removed a UFO from my right eye at Moorfields A+E. Quite a relief. Despite slightly anaesthetised vision I then headed to New Cross to witness SHITTING FIST's second only performance in the live arena. Rayner and co rocked the house (for about 8 minutes)

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun/ When you read my mind...

Ol' Georgina took us to the Art And Sex exhibition at The Barbican. Very fruity. Then tapas and across to the OBL for the VICE issue launch party. The Wolf was in the area. Later Georgina got me to light up Lee aka SNIPE in the gents of The Dragon Bar in order to keep the gangsters sweet.

Just a girl who can't say no/ And her sweetheart on parole/ Parents named her Jupiter/ To bless her with a lucky soul...

Early morning visit to the Iraqi pharmacy on Edgey road then a couple after work in a brown pub featuring Mr. Neil Stewart.

Cos I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?/ Do I look like a mind reader sir?/ I don't know...

Shooterama the other day.

And the the sickest joke/ Was a boxfull of medicine...

Friday spent in Viceland and The Griffin. That's my old friend Lucy Bryant at the bottom. We shared a halls at The University Of Derby School Of Art And Design back in the day (1992 actually) Very nice to see her again. Oxo back to SW9 then typical Saturday at the market followed by roast pheasant then the Amersham arms for a crazy over-subscribed Dev gig. The kids were queing around the corner.

Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised/ As they start to cry hands held to the sky/ In the night fires burning bright/ The ritual has begun...

Shuddering but happy start to the new year.

I moved out to the country/ And I saw the scenery shake..

Civilian new years in The Barrel. A night which from now on will forever be known as amatuers night.