Meeting Tim Westwood

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!

Gone mining for words

Long time readers, long time. But when the sun is out, you’ve got live and breath in the fresh rather than die in front of a stuttering computer.

Now it’s going grey and winter is just round the corner, it’s time to get back on the horse and give youse the 011 on what’s been going down round da endz. Big vibes in a little flat let me tell youse. Check out a few wee interviews with heroes first innit.

We spoke to Matt Johnson from The The to celebrate 30 years since Soul Mining. 

Goldie swore at us for 20 minutes 

Richard Norris told us how he wrote Swamp Thing with the Grid. 

Viv Albertine from the Slits told us the truth