Wednesday 18 February 2009

Where did it all go wrong? Last time I checked I was in Shelleys getting Tiger Balm rubbed into my scalp by some gurning meat head. Next thing I knew house music had become the propriety of fucktards, prancing around in some monolithic club in Ibiza.
Why did this have to happen!
It embarrasses me when people at work ask “What you in to then?”. I have to explain to them “House music, but none of this bollocks you see advertised on TV”. But I still think that I sound like a twat. I probably am. Fuck it.
Why am I telling you this? Because I don't want to be labelled as one of the above tossers before I start putting mixes on here. You see, I’ve purchased an mp3 mixer. I don’t want to be a DJ, I just want to be able to mix some tunes. And whilst I’m at it I may as well put them on the net. So here you go. Comment, tell me how much of twat you still think I am, whatever.
And Jonny, sorry I’ve deleted the blog. It was shit but I liked the name so I’ve taken it for myself.

Sunday 15 February 2009