Alright then.

On Saturday I won the BBC Radio 4 UK Slam Finals: it was a thing I hadn't expected really at all. I like how chilled the attitude between the poets normally is at these events. You can say whatever whatever poets are pussies but life's far too short to worry about being hiphop enough, being hardcore enough. It's a good thing,  a slam. I was shitting bricks about the competition itself... sat shaking wondering whether I had enough points to get through to the next round Yeah I smacked it man it was raw, took the whole thing by storm shut up you nob you're a oet not a prapper. It was a completely nerve racking evening, the other poets were brilliant i thought, nah i won't get through of course I won't. But I did and there I was standing at the end in front of the Radi Oh 4 banner going Oh.

Big up to the other Poets they were all dope,

Love to my family who came and supported, and all the Smerins people and old Bristol people who came and shouted at the right points.

Fight! FIght! Fight!

Peace

Dizraeli