Summer's just a tear in the wee man's eye

Summer has almost gone but here's a little photographic run down of what's been gwaning. Big tings? Big indeed. In no particular order let me tell you...



Eggs + flat sausage + Macmuffin = dry mouth + runny bum



Jerk - plantain - rice and peas - Brixton - sun - balearia



Pa's big fish



MJ Cole - Fabrish...



Bog



Dancing sherobot - Major Lazer Carnival flex



The Major Lazer party



Rusko in da area - you can't see him. It's a shit photo - but he was there



Juicy pins



Toddla T + Serocee whip it



Too many man too many man



Perfection



Field Day fair



Optimo plus gurner - like looking into a mirror...



Optimo - Twitch in full effect at Field Day

Original strength

Serge Santiago is the macdaddy. Even if he won't be my Facebook chum. Pending. Always pending...

Birthdays

We made these for the birthday of one Weens. They took fucking ages. Our kitchen don't have any windows. Cue sweats...

Kevin Saunderson in Shoreditch...

It's been a bit of a wait to reflect on the events of da other weekend. We went to check Kevin Saunderson and Inner City in a car park in Shoreditch and we had a right old time but Inner City were a real pisser. Like reaching for a piece of fine stilton only to find that it had turned and gone all green. Deeply Disappointing. The photos say more than a 1,000 words even though I tried to spin it out for Resident Advisor. I could have been nastier. Maybe next time...

Resident Advisor Kevuin Saunderson review



Inner City doing their thang



Bored onlookers




OOOOOOOOhhhhhhh



My face is melting because these drugs don't work. Again.



Fuck off mate



Stop it




Two men for chicken. Flex.



These fucking drugs STILL don't work. Kevin! Kevin!



Yes?

Bizzy B

Eventually got round to vibing on this. Bizzy B is a badman. Read all about it on here...

Bizzy B Retrospective review for Fact...

Grace Jones in the summertime

‘I’ve got the William’s Blood in me’. That’s Grace Jones’ battle cry. I’m not 100% sure who William is, what he did to find himself dancing round her veins or even how he got in there. Whatevs though Wills. You should be well chuffed that she’s made such a strong tune out of your dalliance. And you received a holler from a psychiatrist’s wet dream. Wow.

Myself and the brethren went to Somerset House to watch the 60 plus Jones shake her toosh just the other week. At one stage during the two hour show she screamed ‘I think I’ve got brain damage’ which was pretty self aware for a grandma who, a few songs earlier, had been humping a pole and flashing her thong at an audience made out of bears and pensioners.

My man describes her as being ‘sweet like Amazonian chocolate’. My ma reckons she’s violent, even though her performance as Mayday in the James Bond film View to a Kill was fictional. Whatever your thoughts are you should go and check her live show. It’s well wild…



There she is - Can you see her?



Smoking outdoors proved to be a lark



Pole dancing appreciation flex

Duck Sauce

This is exciting. A-Trak and Armand Van Helden. Rubbing each other down in disco duck butter. Perhaps not the most aesthetically pleasing image you've ever come across, but for the ears it's a little treat indeed ... Here's a Youtube-esque rip.