The game's O-V-E-R / Can't get in contact, blud, ring my PR
Statik and some guy from Arctic Monkeys.
It's been quiet on here because I'm no longer a student and have got a full time job. I've got lots of stuff coming up, so once I've scraped myself off the floor, you'll know all about it. Anyway, Arctic Monkeys did a secret gig at The Old Blue Last on Thursday. I was too busy pressing Peaches Geldof in the toilets to see the band (true stories), but that's life. Statik turned up and had a little chat to the Arctics outside and was like: 'shit, if only I had a copy of the grindie mixtape I could give you", so in I came like Skippy the Kangaroo to the rescue and gave them a copy I happened to be carrying in my pants (hold tight me). I've also got a little video clip, but I'm keeping it to myself. Peaches, call me.
Go to this tonight at 93 Feet East.