Earlier in the summer we met Tim Westwood. It was a big day. We discovered that Wetherspoons in Highbury and Islington sold a delicious beer called Sweet Action. Not only did they have a boss name and exquisite taste but they also came at the discount price of four for a fiver. What a fucking bargain.
After consuming loads of them we decided to venture up to Finsbury Park to try and get into the Wireless Festival to see Kanye West. We presumed it would be tout city, with loads of snarling geezers baying at each other and flogging tickets for the gig for a fiver. Alas, this wasn't the case. Instead we saw Westwood in the street. Not only is he fucking massive, but he also puts up his own posters for his night. What a dude. We left him marching up the street giving high fives to everyone he mooched past. We celebrated the union with a bottle of rum and a shitload of balloons. Hooray for Tim Westwood!