I just got into System Of A Down. They are so awesome. Go on, email me telling me what a late douche I am.

Aside from that, back in the UK I have slept a fair bit, seen Keef and MY MAM, who came to my HOUSE, and gave me a PRESENT for my BUFDAY (see above/side) and had a couple of rehearsals with my friends for >this gig we are doing tomorrow. It’s at the dirty Underworld in Camden, and we are playing for The Captains Of Industry, who I admire. The line up is me, Son Of King Rebel on geetar, Jeremy The Blonde on keys and boy lala, and Mary Turner on girl lala. (Mary has been losing her voice, as a result of Mean People. And Poisons probably. I wish her a speedy recovery.) On Saturday we rehearsed in a shitty room, and made it sound lovely, and today we rehearsed in an amazing room, and din’t have to try too hard, so I felt it was OK to “play” bass on one of the songs. This should be a laugh.

Oh, Big Ben from Capatins just emailed me saying he has five pairs of tickets for the gig to give away. If you want, you are to email him “something interesting” at ben@captainsof.com. “A photo, a picture, a poem – anything. No viruses though. And please include your mobile number. Because its last minute we might not be able to reply to your mails personally.” he says. He added a “peace” at the end, cos that is a good way to end.

Wade cleaned our stairs! Bless him.

Oh, my email is super backed up, I know, I am sorry. I shall try and clean it tomorrow, between doing a song and some mixtape ish and obtaining some white legwear.

IN TODAY! My Yankee bredren – Snitch Or Go To Jail!! And students! Watch who you pass that joint at! Your new pals could be CIA spies! No shit! Arghhhhhhh!

— Monday, June 6th, 2005

See that “BST” thing? See that? British Summer Time.

I am no longer in America Land.

And.

It’s kind of grey here.

Firstly, I left my phone on the plane, so I had to bugger about at Heathrow for ages. Did I mention I went to the wrong airport in En Why last night too? I suck at life. I did finish the Shane MacGowan book though. Right at the end, he crystalised all my weird thinkings on religion, almost perfectly. I am beginning to feel a lot more at peace. Beginning. I have a long way to go on that stuff. I’ll write more about it a little later. It is a big thing. What I am lacking, in my rejection of the Skygod, is the Holy Ghost. I know it exists, I found it in ketamine once, and other drugs, and in rare (and entirely sober) moments of crazy empathy and understanding. We are conditioned to not see a lot of stuff. We HAVE gone backwards in our development. This Holy Spirit, Chi, whatver, thing, I believe it to be the thing we (most of we) cannot (but used to) understand that connects us all. Anyway.

So I was getting on the tube, and overheard the tube attendants having this crazy racist conversation about their fellow workers getting jobs because of their colour, and how unfair it is that people celebrate St Patricks day and all that bullshit.

I got off the tube and all of a sudden these huge gross ugly city dudes in nasty blue suits were bearing down on me, popeyeballed and mong-jawed, all like, “‘ELLO LUV”. I was like, “you fucking What?” Like totally taken aback, having forgotten about that sort of thing, and very nearly had a fight, but I was going up an escalator and they down. As I reached the top, I heard them turn their attentions to a super hot lady with a baby behind me, bawling, “oi, black TWAT”. I was stunned. She didn’t even seem to notice.

The weather’s a bit nicer now, and I have had good internettychattery things with people I like, and Wade is here and is making me a strawberry and ice cream smoothie and we are going to watch a movie called Rushmore.

It’s weird. It seemed I was always in En Why, and always had been. Now it seems I was never there. I dream-ed it all up with my silly brain. Goodbye AIM! Goodbye Spiky, Daffid, James. Goodbye Cherry! Goodbye all of my new friends I met! We never met did we? I DREAM-ED IT ALL!

So, here is my real life. It starts as soon as I post this. I am looking forward to it, kind of.

Nah. I am TOTALLY. WOO HOO! UK! Let us RUMBLE!

— Friday, June 3rd, 2005

So, I made a new song out of Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time and Dead Prez’s Police State on my glorious firedamaged laptop, then got sucked into a load of noise and rap shit via Harriet’s blog, THANK SKYGOD FOR SUCH THINGS, as I get all caught up in my own bullshit and all that hardcore evil shit, and miss out on a load of dope musical happenings. And out there on the interweb there’s all this love for our amazing culture, distilled into words, almost daily. How fresh is that?

Ook. I AM HYPED UP FOR VICTORY AGAINST THE SWINE BECAUSE OF THE LOVE OF MY PEOPLES!

Hoo grah, brothers and sisters.

Stunners International Vol. 2 is on the way. I KNOW YOU CAN’T WAIT!

I’m just copping all this R Kelly Closet shit. R Kelly is so a genius, I can’t believe it.

So, my peoples keep educating me. Wales, get this, remix each other’s shit. Serious. A whale makes a song, another picks it up, riffs on that shit, fucks it up a bit, passes it on, and on, and on. Check it out. So dope! And they banned sampling in a bunch of states! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO STOP US COMMUNICATING! FUCK YOU!

See, that is why I love doing mixtapes. Fuck a sample clearance, if I wanna make a collage of Billy Bragg and NWA and give it to you, I can. As can you. Skygoddamn WORD.

So, here’s a pretty awesome piece of writing about my non-white people’s roles in comic books over the years, a subject I was noising about last week, when I saw they’d put out a new Black Panther comic. Now, that used to be some seriously offensive jungle mystic uncle tom bullshit, but apparently it is no longer so, so I’m a check it out. And at the same place, an excellent piece about Being in Egypt now.

And finally! My old mucker Justin Hawkins has not only covered Sparks’ classic This Town Aint Big Enough For The Both Of Us, but he’s been recognised as a proper darts player, and shall henceforth engage in professional pub-archery as The Hawk. All hail THE HAWK!

— Wednesday, June 1st, 2005