That's right it's not on Myspace because Myspace is even more dead than blogging.  Click on this link:

http://www.heartodayrecords.com/index.php/stuff/news_article/the_greasy_jet_files_part_1/

You will read about the fun things I did in Poland.

On a sort of related note my album is now mastered and will be out soonish.  Keep your eyes peeled for more info.

Also as you can see there is a music video on my page.  It's great.  Go back and watch it now.  Sweet.

My current favourite album is 808 & Heartbreaks by Kanye.

My favourite free download site is www.grimetapes.com because they are extravagant in the bashment.  Download The Best Of Wiley Vol.1 or the Best Of DEE Vol.1 because they feature two of my favourite MC's ever in the environment they were built for, which is sptting bars over grimey stuff on radio or in a rave.

Will be doing an Xmas round up soon come on here but until then make sure you check out www.heartodayrecords.com all the time because it's heavy.

I love you all (apart from you) xx

There's a new video by me up at the link at the bottom of the page.  It's my first music video.  It's a song called Something That You Like and it's produced by and featuring Naim.  The video was done by Richard Clements who did the Rup On Zebra cover painting, he is a don.  It's taken from my forthcoming album that will finally see the light of day on Hear Today Records soon.  Leave comments on the page or on here and stuff.  HOLLLLLAAAA, WE BALLLLIIINNNNN.  Toodles. xx

http://www.heartodayrecords.com/index.php/stuff/news_article/rup_naim_styl/

So yeah in case you lot never noticed there was a big festival in Somerset recently with some pretty big name acts playing, I went there a lot when I was a bit younger but I'd decided to never go again after getting trench foot and almost dying in the WW1 like conditions that seem to go hand in hand with this festival.  However this year was different and it was different for one reason: Jay Z. 

Having never seen Marcy's finest live in the flesh and having access to some free tickets through my long suffering mother I decided to say fuck it and hit the little slice of middle class drug fuelled mayhem that is known as the Glastonbury Festival. 

There was no way I was going alone so I enlisted the help of my co-defendant Lenny, and his lady friend, and, on a sunny Thursday morning, we hit the road west with my old dear driving the car.  The day was nice, I was wearing shorts, we had supplies and things were looking up.  Needless to say we got stuck in the longest traffic jam ever, got to the entrance of the festival, got turned back, got our vehicle pass, sat in traffic again, got our passes and, somehow, got onto the festival site.  By this time it was raining and it didn't stop for about 5 hours, in which time we put our tents up, ate some fucked up vegan food and went to bed with morale hitting a low ebb.

The next day and things were looking up, the sky was still a bit grey but it wasn't raining at least, I jumped in my wellies and hit the road, which was in fact more of a dirt track than a road.  Me, Len and Char (the lady friend) went to link our people Big Reps and Nozeeny who had been on site since Wednesday, needless to say they'd been getting lively since then as well and they regaled us with tales of Portobello mushrooms, transvestites and twisting the night away to 50's rock'n'roll.  We headed back to their camp to get some things in, they were rolling deep and getting messy, me and my two camping buddies had to sort some stuff out back at our camp so we left them to their messiness.  Not much happened for a few hours, I missed a few people I wanted to see, we met up with Reps and Noz again, we left them to go to and see the Tings Tings.   Who we missed because the stage they were playing was a mission away and we are lazy, especially in wellingtons.  We'd agreed to link our mates at Lupe Fiasco, so we headed down there, this was when we lost Char, me and Len searched for her but it wasn't happening so we headed to the bar to wait for a phone call.  A woman approached us claiming to be from The Observer, she seemed to think I was a teenager, which was flattering, after setting her straight and finding out her job for the weekend consisted of walking around the festival looking for teenagers and getting their opinions on the whole Jay Z controversy, she seemed to warm to my natural charm and spent about 20 minutes chatting to me, and to a lesser extent Len, while scribbling stuff on her notepad.  I came with my usual insightful shit of course, Len just said he saw loads of young girls at the festival, which made him sound like a bit of nonce.  He's not though.  I wonder who got misquoted in The Observer on the Sunday?  Clue:  It wasn't Len. 

After this Len found bare missed calls on his phone and we set out to try and find his girlfriend, we headed back over to where we were all supposed to be meeting and scoped Noz's very tall friend Lewis, I was like "wagwan g?" and he was like "Reps and Noz and another 6 of my mates have just been arrested" and I was like "are you for real darg?" and he was like "true story, real talk, hard bodied, no homo" and that was that (I may have paraphrased slightly here). 

So that's 8 people arrested because some over zealous, possibly criminal, security guards spotted them doing some naughty things at a festival.  So far so fucked up and we hadn't even seen any music yet.  We found Lenny's girlfriend, or rather she found us, then we lost her again, then we found her again and we went to the Jazz World backstage bar and started drinking in memory of the Glastonbury 8.  It was all a bit of a downer really but a few beers and some other stuff and we were ready to mission over to the Park Stage to go and see Dizzee Rascal, which proved to be an excellent decision because he fucking killed it.  I was skanking like I was back in London.  We had to endure a bit of Franz Ferdinand before Raskit but it was all hood. 

Len captured some of the "atmosphere" (in other words it sounds a bit shit but you can hear me going "what" on it) with his phone.  Check it here http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=J4BaV117ma4

We ducked out before Pete Doherty and, with a few extra peeps who had managed to not get arrested, we hit the Jazz bar again for a night of cheap drinks and bad cabaret.  We had fun but it was the guilty kind of fun you have when you know people are missing out on it.  Got back to the camp and had a bit of a laugh with some old people while I was off my face and then went to bed with the sound of bad trance in my ears.

Up early on Saturday to the news that the Glastonbury 8 were back on site, people had money taken off them, half the contraband never made it to the police and all but one of them had been cautioned but they were back on site and ready to start raving again, which I admired fully.  Saturday was a long day of drinking, Toddla T played a sick DJ set, including bassline anthem You Wot by DJ Q and MC Bonez which was the last thing I expected to hear at Glastonbury.  We'd linked with Reps and Nozzle by then, but they ducked out when the same security guards came and started rolling on groups of kids again.  Not sure exactly what happened next, I think I ate some nachos and carried on boozing but the next thing that I remember is going to see the mighty Ghetto at some little BBC stage.  Ghets and DJ Spyro totally fucked up the dance, Spyro played a series of massive beats including Mr Bean by Apple and Ghets sprayed relentlessly.  It was alot.  Check some of it out here http://www.bbc.co.uk/glastonbury/2008/artists/ghetto/index.shtmlemp and keep an eye out for your trusty correspondent's battered up Chicago Bulls New Era in the front row skanking out. 

^^^^ Ghets spraying

Saw a bit of Kool Keith as well while I was trying to find Chris but I was like "where's Chris?" which was said quite a lot for the rest of the festival.  Things are getting hazy in my memory but I think we went back to the Jazz bar and carried on drinking until it was time to head towards the main stages for the first time all festival.  Arrived at The Other Stage just in time to see Wiley do Wearing My Rolex with top electro-funk-pop-soul outfit Hot Chip which was an amazing moment.

Len was on hand with the phone again: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=4EMKjhS2b_g

Then we chipped over to the main stage just in time to see Amy Winehouse murder some tunes and clock some guy in the boat or something.  Felt like people were there waiting to see what she'd do and to be honest I felt a bit sorry for the girl but what can you do?  If she keeps accepting bookings and people keep booking her this kind of thing is bound to happen.   I was wating for Jay Z really.  Jay Z did what he had to do and attracted such a massive crowd that it made peoples worries about his set look totally stupid.  I'm sure you've seen what went down and if you haven't where the fuck have you been?  It was big, no Dead Presidents though which pissed me off but I was possibly one of about 20 people who cared about things like that. 

His intro from in the crowd: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=VlSiSnLW0GI Sending sending he can't stop sending he runs Def Jam and made Noel look like a speng ting.

After that it was time for Benga & Skream to duppy off a late night DJ set which saw the joyous reunification of the Glastonbury 8 and much fun was had by all despite the soundsystem being a bit weak and nuff needle jumping happening.  It all gets hazy after that.  Earlier in the day my mother had managed to get Noz and Reps into our backstage camping area due to their first camp now being a security magnet.  I think I ended up back there with Reps, after we found Chris, where we smoked some shit and I turned in as dawn was breaking. 

^^^^^ Big Reps and me.

Hip-Hop, Grime and Dubstep with a bit of Bassline and Jungle thrown in.  Glastonbury was different to how I remembered it, in a good way.  So far so urban.

Sunday was all about dubstep and drinking for the most part.  I'd pretty much lost my voice by now, it sounded like some fucked up 14 year old who'd just started smoking the moment his voice broke.  It was a big look and made me seem like more of a fuck up than I already was.  I'm pretty sure I started drinking at about midday Sunday, mainly due to Len and Char kindly buying me drink after drink after drink.  I also managed to burn my face with the Sun.  Nang.  I don't remember much of consequence until we hit up the Dance Village to see some wobble wobble dubbystep business, unfortunately this also meant checking out some pretty dry D'n'B but oh well you can't get everything your own way, the soundsystem in the big dance tent was shocking which didn't help.  The G-Stage, which is where we headed next, was another story entirely, Caspa and Rusko's heavy basslines were coming out of a proper system and, while they have their critics for being too wobbly, this was just what I needed.  Proper lick off your headtop business.  Next up was Magnetic Man which is Skream & Benga's live alter ego.  This was fucked, a proper treat, I was coming up pretty hard on a biscuit and the basslines were literally smashing my face off.  Not literally.  Watching Reps attempting to bill up a spliff in the crowd was one of the funniest things I've ever seen and even more amazingly the spliff actually worked and was one of the best spliffs ever.  Yes I know that's a sad thing to say but I don't care, no shame here, so fuck off!  More raving followed, incuding watching a man with his nostrils caked in white powder, so K'ed up that he had no idea who or where he was,  getting moved around the Bassline Circus tent like a human pinball.  Dark but funny.  I also heard perhaps the 200^th version of Night by Benga & Coki of the weekend, trust me there were D'n'B versions, Breakbeat versions, steel drum versions, folk versions, Michael Eavis even did a version himself, I may be slightly exaggerating here but it was the ubiquitous tune of the festival. 

So it was Monday morning by now and it was time to go to the Stone Circle and watch the sunrise like filthy hippy scum.  Me and Reps got high quality punk off a half naked female trapeze artist at 4am, someone showed up with a whole tree for fire wood, I saw a man break a branch using his neck, I carried on getting powdery and somehow made it back to the tent at some stupid hour, Noz nicked some wood off someone, we had a bit of a fire, the sun was pretty high in the sky and I crashed out with my tent open.  So far so fucked.

Monday proper was spent getting drunk, smoking things and sitting in the sun (by now I'd decided it might be a good idea to use sun block) which was great fun until it came time to take down the tents and stuff where it was regretted deeply.  I found out that the reporter had quoted me in that Sundays Observer on Page 3, although it was a bit of a  misquote, what can I say?  I'm an eloquent motherfucker.  A long journey back to London ensued which I slept through most of, the best part was a long traffic jam just on the edge of London which was like some kind of karma for having such a good time.  Home was very welcome indeed.  So far so knackered.

In conclusion, I'd say I had fun even though I saw hardly any of the acts I wanted to, hold tight the dickhead security mandem who contributed to the highest number of arrests in the history of Glastonbury, big up the weather for being half decent and big up all the people I was there with and all the people I bumped into and all the people I didn't.  It was a lot.  Big thanks to my mum for getting me in, helping my friends and putting up with me not doing an ounce of work all weekend!  This was written about a month after the event so details may be wrong and some of it may not even be true.  All the photos were taken by Lenny.  Head down to www.heartodayrecords.com for more info about my retirement and current plans to release my farewell album plus all the lastest gossip on whats going on in the Big Brother house.  Safe. 

Shouts: Len, Charlotte, Big Reps, Nozeeny, Tory, Kaz, Beamish, Owen, Tommy Cracks, Big Lew, Wandan, the Glastonbury 8, Where's Chris?, Scribbles, the woman from the Observer, my sister, Simon, and all the other mandem and gyaldem that made it such a memorable weekend.

Hail my followers! What is really good? I'm ok, thanks for asking! I'm going to be blessing you all with some news in regards to me and what I'm doing. It's going to be fun and a bit shit at the same time. Like life.

So first off I'm on the radio this Friday (the 25th of January) between the hours of 8-10 pm UK time. You can listen to it here www.wired.gold.ac.uk  and I hear it might be on FM in the South London area but details are sketchy. I'll be dropping some exclusive ish off the new album, having a little chat and busting out some bars in a live style. It's alot. The show is presented by my boy Galactus and his mate. There will be hip-hop music being played and should be a fun listen if you like that kind of thing.

So me and Clear have done a pod cast.  That's all.  Here's a handy link.

We here people and we ain't goin' nowhere fambo.  27 Beats Entertainment have carried on duppying off the small records game with the latest in it's limited edition "7 series.  My long time bredrin See, who basically does everything to do with 27 Beats these days, handles the beats on both sides and the rapping is handled by Rupert (thats me), Dr Syntax, Enlish, Mole and man like Jon Clark.  On top of that there's cutting from the worlds finest turntable molestor Manipulate, some dutty artwork from Sean Duffield and you get the lyrics with little pictures of all the rappers and stuff.  It all adds up to a tasty little package, kind of like salmon en croute or a chicken kiev.  You can cop it direct from the 27 Beats Myspace which is located here http://www.myspace.com/27beatsentertainment and you can check out A Remote World which features me, Mole, Enlish and Manipulate on my page.  Cop it and you will be able to shot it in a couple of years on Ebay for bare p so DO IT!!!!!!

One more plug.  You will know Koaste from his various appearances over the years,  doggy has been about for time and is one of this country's finest.  He's got some solo ish out right now with production from The Waxheds.  Get the lowdown right here www.myspace.com/koaste and remember to tell mans who sent you!

This weekend I managed to get so drunk I fell over in a pub kitchen in Brighton at some point in the morning on Sunday.  I then had a brief period of blindness where I could only see a bright white light, I thought I was dead yo!  Hold tight the girl who works in the pub, who coming up the stairs after hearing a big crash (which was me falling over or passing out if I'm being totally honest) and seeing me standing in the stairway with my head against the wall told me I "looked a bit pale".  I was also wearing a pink jumper.  I must've been quite a sight.  I've somehow managed to injure my little finger and bruise myself but other than that I'm not dead.  The moral here is not to have a friend who runs and lives above a pub.  Big ups to Randall for taking some photo's of me being beaten up by 8 year olds!  Big up Steve Clear for the idea!  Look out for those pictures coming soon!

When I said one more plug I was lying still.  If you like your precocious grime yout's then you could do worse thank buying the League Of My Own mixtape by Chipmunk.  When I say it's alot I'm not lying.  Check him out here http://www.myspace.com/chipmunkartist   and download Fire Alie or anything off the page and try and me tell the kid is not talented.  16 as well you know!  ARE YOU THICK IN YOUR ELBOW???  FUCK OFF!!

So that's all til next time, later on fuckers....

There's a new tune up on my page.  It's called I Silverfish and is produced by the mighty Hint.  It's taken from his fortchoming EP, At The Dance, which is released in November on Tru Thougts.  It's alot people so cop it.  Check out more Hint here http://www.myspace.com/theycallmehint 

Me and my homeslice SoClear have been hard at work on my new album which is set to drop early '08 and features guest appearances and production from Naim, Moocha, King Kaiow (The IRS), Compound (The Untold), Manage (Chain Of Command/Speakers Corner), Kope, The Evil Sun, Hint, SoClear, Diaclectic and some other very special guests which need to be confirmed.  I'll be testing out a variety of titles on my page thurr.

If anyone here checks for house music you might have heard my voice being sampled on the absolutely huge So It Goes by Bart B More.  It's been getting love from Pete Tong and I really like it.  I had no idea I was being sampled until someone told me they heard my voice on Radio 1, which was later confirmed by SoClear.  Check it out here http://www.myspace.com/bartbmore

There's all sorts of big tings being dropped right about now by a variety of talented people...

South East London's own The IRS have dropped their album and it's some fully heavy ish fo'rilla.  It's called The World Is Theirs and it's biggles.  They tore apart the last Speaker's Corner as well.  Check them out here  http://www.myspace.com/theirsonline and cop the album from the usual online places or even from HMV.  Levels.

Straight outta Wandsworth, Jid Sames and superproducer The Bumblebee have some very limited edition mix CD business on the go right now.  I'm A Hot-1 is available exclusively from here http://www.myspace.com/jidneyandthebumblebee and you should move fast if you want to cop it.  It might be too late.  I guarantee that Jidney will be your favourite singer/rapper if you let him into your life with an open mind.  Sick guy.

There's a new 27 Beats "7 coming soon featuring me, Dr Syntax, Manipulate, Enlish, Mole and Jon Clark with production from my boy See.  Keep your ears peeled.

Manipulate is one disgusting killer of records and his new project Grandeurs Of Delusion is horrible.  Manipulate aka Jimmy Hatetank, Naive Ted and Jonny Rockstar along with some help from Lorn and Ido have made something very scary with a A Stale Breath Of Fresh Ahhh but it's also very listenable.  Here's a link for those who are sleeping http://www.myspace.com/djmanipulate  and make sure you read the press release.  The albums been getting love from all corners incuding Mary Anne Hobbs on Radio 1.

So yeah, I could carry on but I won't.  Just remember that if you're riding rims you gotta ride flats, ya heard???????????????????

Well it's Wednesday and I feel like I've finally recovered enough of my brain to actually write about the intense weekend of abuse that was the Big Chill.  I personally think the Big Chill is a bit of misnomer as I don't remember doing much chilling.  Read on if you want to see some photo's and read some things that will be tedious if you weren't there.....

I was picked up early on a sunny Friday afternoon by my associate Lenny (all the pictures in this blog were taken by him) in his white van he usually uses for murders and work.  We drove to a house in SW London and picked up Noah (aka Nozeeny from the Flash Fry Movement) and Tori (she works at a magazine).  Tori got put in the back of the van.  Lenny said this was first woman who'd ever got into the back of his van voluntarily.  We all laughed but knew he wasn't joking.  The journey was terrible due to loose Elephants on the M4 and a variety of other obstacles.  We got there in the end still and we only had a few hit and runs on the way.  I hope that guy we hit is ok now.  Arriving at the festival we were guided around the perimeter until we found the place to pick up our exclusive VIP tickets.  It was just the right time to find out that phones didn't seem to want to work.  The sexy women working in the office said they had no idea who I was but they'd give me a pass anyway because I was so hot and obviously a creative genius.  They didn't give me my meal tickets though.  Possibly a sly reference to my corpulence.   We then all piled back in the van and drove to the car park.  Worryingly it seemed to be about a thousand miles from the actual festival.  Len suddenly forgot how to drive and we spent the next couple of minutes skidding around in the mud until we somehow ended up parked.  We got out of the van hoping that the camping areas weren't as far away as they looked.

We hoped wrong.  That's Tori, Noah and me (notice the fly pastel blue Polo top and Paul Smith loafers?) at the start of a mission that put the Long March undertaken by Chairman Mao to shame.  I almost died at least four times but we made it to what looked like a decent spot to camp.  A brief struggle between tent and man ensued with man being the eventual winner.  There was also a gazebo.  I decided to remove my Paul Smith loafers and put on my busted AF-1's.  Len reckoned he'd sleep in his van and I was happy about that because my tent was pretty small and Len really stinks.  Spirits high we started heading towards the arena.  Then we hit the hill.  It wasn't like a London hill.  No pavement, just mud and rocks.  It was also much much harder to climb than Everest.  We fucking did it though.  It was dark when we reached the summit to be greeted by this....

Ok, it might look a bit underwhelming from that pic but it was pretty magical.  I was pretty hungry due to not hitting up any powders yet, so me and Len got some posh style fried chicken wraps, which were better than the ones Favourite Fried Chicken do at the top of my road in the bits.  Satiated, we started looking for the dubstep, I was also quite interested in finding Steve Clear because he had some things for me.  I spotted a flat cap through the crowd and could smell Essex in the air, it was Steve.  He said he'd been "skanking out" to DMZ, I wanted to "skank out" as well so went back to the dance tent with Steve and caught about 5 seconds of dubstep before some swag D'N'B started.  I had a bag of mandy by then so I put some in my face and we went searching for the crew.  We found them convened at the Amstel bar, cold lamping, sipping free beers like G's are supposed to do.  I drank a lot and don't remember that much at all after that.  I do remember staggering back to the tent and doing laughing gas with Nozzle before falling asleep fully clothed as dawn broke.

Waking up in a tent hungover is possibly worse than having AIDS.  I'm strong though so I dealt with it.  The kiddies camping next to me certainly provided a good alarm clock.  They were doing the festival thing properly.  They arrived back at 7:30 every morning and then headed straight out again.  Big them up all day.  Breakfast was calling so we headed into the arena...

The hill seemed slighly more manageable despite the fact that I wanted to puke up every couple of seconds and the view of the arena was very nice, as you can see.  The queues for brekkie were large but Len devised a good system, he sat down in a chair while I queued like the muggy cunt I am.  Now, I am a man of simple pleasures (fox hunting, wanking, quantum physics) and the simple act of eating a bacon and egg baguette while watching Cymande was an amazing  moment.  They killed it and did all those tunes that have been sampled to death over the years.  The crew started assembling slowly including man like Tom "FaceRake" Simpson who had done some horrible things the night before and looked pretty ashamed of himself.  There were rumours the night before that the enigmatic Newborn (Beer & Rap) was going to be arriving that morning with his partner in crime Jimi Crayon (Footliners Crew).  I prayed that these rumours weren't true but God has truly forsaken me, and Newborn duly showed up looking very fresh faced and ethusiastic. 

That's Newborn in the BRAP shirt with Daps next to him.  The drinking started early and by 3pm I was already getting crunked up like the Iconz.  It seemed that everyone knew someone working at some bar or another so I kept getting beers placed into my hands with the order "drink up" ringing in my ears.  We all headed over to the SoCo (that's Southern Comfort abbreviated foolishly) Fat Tuesday stage to see Black Grass murk the afternoon session, with the legendary (and quite short) Mex behind the decks and the infamous (and also quite short but taller than Mex) Koaste on the mic it was guaranteed party rocking goodness.  (I fully realise that was terrible writing on my part but I don't give a monkeys) 

Newborn and Daps kept it really real by chucking empty cans of beer and ice cubes at the stage.  Koaste should've shot them both in the face but he seemed to enjoy it.  It was big.  I and most of people I was with had been drinking for ages by now.  This turned out to be the last day I'd be able to the wear the wicker New Era cap in this picture.

More on the hat later.  The next thing on the agenda was going to see the mighty Low.  These Mormons are seriously amazing and had never played a UK festival before.  They were playing the Castle stage (where the Tru-Thoughts fam were playing the next day) to a smallish crowd when we arrived.

I sparked a massive zockle and totally lost myself in the music like the big hippy fuckwit I am.  Low were incredible.  Playing quite a lot of new stuff they produced an ethereal feedback drenched sound that, while not exactly chilled, certainly made me get all spaced out to fuckries.  Quality banter as well.

Bonobo were up next and were stupendous.  I have no pictures for this but Evil Andy actually put sunglasses on halfway through the set and even seemed to be fronting the band for one song.  The legendary UK hip-hop producer on the horns was also quality, taking sips of a limited edition Asda kiwi and strawberry smoothie mixed with vodka between killing the game on the clarinet.  Frontwoman Kathrin Deboer (also of Belleruche) looked stunning, hubba hubba, and can sing a note or two as well.  Jack Baker treated the drums like Paul Gascoigne used to treat Sheryl but with more finesse.  Bonobo himself kept it lowkey and the rest of the band including a three piece sting section were all as smooth as a freshly waxed back.  Dope show. 

I was super drunk by then.  It was time to go and rave out to dubstep finally.  The whole crew headed over to the Dubshack to see 12 year old dubstep prodigy Skream.  When we arrived the place was totally blacked out.  Jimi Crayon really didn't want to go to the "dark place" but we hung around and the lights came back on.  I dropped a biscuit, smoked weed, drank more and skanked the fuck out.  No smoking tents are fully gay (no homo) though.  Skream smacked despite the lack of volume and bass and his general state of fucked-up-ness.  I heard from one of his boys that he had to be rehydrated before the set.  Tune selection was spot on though.  It was while skanking out that some dizzy tart thought it would be funny to knock my hat off and try to catch it, she missed it and it landed in the stinking mud.  She seemed to think it would wash out.  Nope.  That won't happen.  It's a wicker New Era for fucks sake.  Luckily I got it for free otherwise I would've had to draw for the leng and leng her and her smugfaced boyfriend down like POW!  I got over myself and carried on raving until Skream was dragged off.  I hope he drank some water before bed the little scamp.  We milled around for awhile and then we splintered off back to our tents.  Me and Noz sat up doing gas again and I had some semi-mystical experiences which would be very boring to read about.

And then it was Sunday.  I went to sleep in sub-Artic conditions and woke up in what felt like hell but it soon transpired to be my tent still.  It was burning hot.  The kids camping next to us were still going for it.  It was 7:30am.  I opened the tent to let some heat out and some fresh air in and lay there for a couple of hours in a state of semi-sleep (thats different from sleeping with a semi-on).  I was in no mood to socialise so I avoided everyone and had a veggie breakfast on my own watching some soothing but boring folk music.  I felt marginally better after and went to the main stage Amstel bar which had turned into the meeting point for the extended fam.  It was here I first witnessed what had become of the fresh faced young DJ/mogul/svengali Newborn.

He'd been through a lot.  He'd been up all night.  After the dubstepery him and Steve Clear (here's Steve)

had located some extra fun and Newborn hadn't been to sleep at all.  Not suprising as he was in the No Tent Crew (as were Jimi and Big Kope).  I respect his partying game but sooner or later this was going to happen...

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I wasn't around for this due to my professional comittments but it's great to see.  Here's another one...

So that was Newborn.  Jimi managed to sleep and despite being violently sick a few times during the night/morning he managed to stay alive.  Here he is with Daps on the Sunday.

So, instead of having fun on Sunday man like me had to stay all profesh because man was going to have to spit some fire later on.  I'm not a fireeater.  I'm a rapper still.  I didn't have an artist pass but Stevie Clear got me backstage through the least proactive security I've ever had the pleasure to walk straight past in my life.  Naim was there sleeping, his glamorous girlfriend Julie was also meditating, next to the two Danes sat the distinctive duo of Young Max and Pat Stash of the Dirty Diggers, The Ginger Prince TM Juke was milling around as was label boss Rob Luis and Sophie Faricy was being her usual diva like self demanding fresh yak milk to bathe in (only joking Soph).  We hung around backstage for what seemed like no reason and then Pat Stash went to get a burger.  He got mayo on his stylish T-shirt.  What a wasteman.  He told me the burger wasn't very nice either.  So him, Max and me went to get him a new T-shirt so he would be able to hide his shame.  On the way back we saw a bit of John Shuttleworth who was on before all of us.  Funny guy.  When he came off stage he said greeted us and warned us he's a hard act to follow.  The shouts of more and the boo's that greeted the start of the Tru-Thoughts show seemed to confirm this.  But ho-hum, we had a rider by then and there's nothing quite like a fridge of full of booze to make me not give a fuck about anything.  The carrot sandwiches were interesting (disgusting).  Hold tight Max who mistook them for Red Leicester sandwiches twice.  By the time the host big Stevie Clear hit the stage the crowd had been turned around by the label boss Rob Luis playing some big tunes.  Stevie was a natural up there.  Look at him in his sexy hat and limited edition T-shirt...

After the ladies stopped screaming it was time for Alice Russell to come out and do an amazing version of Crazy (a song I intenseley dislike but this version was fire) with keyboard wizard Ben Jones.  The crowd had finally forgotten about John Shuttleworth.  Belleruche were up next and to be honest I was too busy shitting it and being tired to hear them properly but I'm sure they killed.  I was then called to the stage.  Big up the stage manager (not).  The TM Juke band hit the stage hard with Kinny belting out Damn to what sounded like a live-o crowd.  Naim was up next doing Skin.  He's a showerfaced singer. 

I had to join him for the remix and running out on that stage was just too dope for words.  I was pranging out beforehand but once I was up there tings were noooiiiiceeee...

Check my backing singers.  Naim, Alice Russell and Sophie Faricy.  Big in the game.  Kinny might've been up there as well.  Then I got to do a song on my own with the band.  The crowd were fucking live as fuck.  Daps was heckling, people were dancing, I didn't feel like death for the first time that day and things were good.  POWWWW!!!

Then Naim was back out to do his solo thing with the band.  The Dane smacked it fully.

Look at that nutjob.

Then the Diggers did their only song (only joking lads) and duppied it off.  They should've had a chance to do more songs but fuck it, For The Haters is a certified classic.  No pics for them but they smashed it and Pat's new T-shirt looked lovely.  Alice Russell ended procedings and the people who chose us over Isacc Hayes had been given a proper treat.  He's a scientologist anyway (don't kill me Chef).

So I ended up getting pretty monged for the rest of that night.  Dancing to Trojan in the Dubshack (sort out the soundsystem) was fun but I was fully drained and illegal substances didn't seem to be working their magic as well as on previous days.  I was getting props from randoms and even one of the mental kiddies who were camping near us.  Got back to the tent at about 3am and did more gas, smoked a bifta and got the best night of sleep for entire festival depsite a light dusting of rain.

Monday morning was pain.  Had breakfast in the arena, it was empty and a little bit sad.  Headed back to the campsite, kicked the shit out of the tent while trying to take it down., which was harder than putting it up.  Staggered to the car park back to Len's murderer van with Noah and Tori.  Back on the road to civilisation.  The Big Chill is basically a big middle class garden party but I loved it.  Hope you're not too bored I just had to get this out of me.  Keep it gully.  Bless. 

THE END

Footnotes: shouts to the entire crew who made it down..Len, Noah, Tori, Daps, Imogen, Tom Simpson, Sarah, Kope, Stevie Clear, K Slugs, Ben Fly, Ben Jones, Jack Baker, Sophie Faricy and Rob, Joe and Abla, Rob Luis, Jon Newborn, Jimi Jim (Dublinstep all day), Evil Andy, Si Bonobo and everyone else I spoke to or stole booze and drugs from....