Today I woke up far too late, panicked, had an accident with my desktop computer, failed to mix a song I was supposed to mix last night, answered 6 pages of MySpace messages, about a hundred emails, failed to eat or drink anything, wished I’d got up at 8 and gone to the gym. Wail, I don’t know what to do, boo hoo.

I got lots of invites to things I shall perhaps be unable to attend to day, none weirder, however, than Gwilym’s invite to a book launch – “the place will be populated with bankers etc… but I think there’s free cocktails and maybe you could have some stimulating chats about the world’s economy before getting pissed and getting into a fight with one of them?”

That is exactly the sort of thing I used to relish, oddly. I am not as into confrontation these days. Unless I am drunk. Or right. Hmmm.

Actually, perhaps odder was a letter from an anonymous Swedish girl (she signed the thing “love, a Swedish Girl”), sent weeks ago, only just read, in which I was invited to join the author on a 5 day holiday in Spain. The holiday would have ended yesterday, I hope you found someone to take, and more importantly, had fun, Swedish Girl.

Meanwhile, Uncle Sam is having fun swarming around those Iranian borders.

“There is already one carrier task force there in the Gulf, two are steaming toward it at the last report I have at least – they will all be there in another week or so,” said Former CIA analyst and Presidential advisor Ray McGovern in an interview yesterday. “The propaganda has been laid, the aircraft carriers are in place, it doesn’t take much to fly the bombers out of British and US bases – cruse missiles are at the ready, Israel is egging us on.”

Whoo!

— Monday, June 5th, 2006

No I am not dead! IT TURNED INTO A SUMMER! I have been doing stuff. And They stopped outgoing calls/texts/ansafone on my telephone, and when I put the cash into the bank to pay the bill it got eaten by something else! Pah!

Still, I got to do epic dusk and outdoors and spliffs and loads of other good stuff and X3 which was a bit rubbish although I suppose we weren’t paying much attention and YOU weren’t wining and dining tonight, unless you were, in which case word.

Word up non diners also. We do not discriminate.

— Monday, June 5th, 2006

Man, this mixtape is ass. Aint nobody can diss anymore. ‘Specially “Killa” Cam, who doth suck heavy, and got made to look silly by one of Jay’s loosest verses in time (look, I think it’s ace, ‘specially the “fucking BAWS” bit, but it is blatantly loose). Going at Jay right now is pointless – he is a popular president. People need to wait a while, really. Young Jeezy, Rick Ross and Ghost are all doing lovely. And Mef, you mad old fonkist, what you doing talking about sandals being feminine on that ass new joint of yours? Zee is your BAWS, boss! You will get MURKED, boardroom style, like Styles P (yet another dude waiting on the Interscope bench), Won’t catch me going out like that. I make moves all day. Hold tight for some relatively major news regarding the Don. I will talk in the third person all I like, shut up.

Hey, I kept a food drink and smoke diary last week. Check it out:

Weds: Buttered baguette, three eggs (scrambled), corned beef sandwich, bottle of Aroma natural spring water, can of tropical Rio.

Thurs: French stick with peanut butter, butter and corned beef. Small bottle of Evian. Can of Ribena.

Fri: Two baguette sandwitches with butter, cheese and salami. Shared a packet of Pringles, 10 bag of weed, bottle of Aroma natural spring water, Cadbury’s Whole Nut, Pepsi.

Saturday: Whisky and Coke (they didn’t have no ginger) X 2. French toast, bacon (x 2), sausage, 2 eggs, hash brown, small bottle of Minton pure spring water. Couple of spliffs. Can of Kronembourgh.

Sunday: Baguette with butter, cheese, salami. Bottle of V8 vegetable juice. Third of a Mars Bar, 5 bag of weed, bottle of Aroma, can Pepsi.

Monday: Baguette with butter, 3 scrambled eggs, bowl of Honeynut Cheeryos cereal, sandwitch, two bags of popcorn (shared), Pringles (shared), can of Ribena, bottle of Aroma.

Tuesday: Baguette with butter, peanut butter, corned beef. Whiskey and ginger, third of a bottle of Jack with Pepsi, bottle of Aroma, Honeynut Cheeryos, bottle V8 vegetable juice.

See! shut up! I ain’t SO bad. I mean, that was a pretty domestic week. And I probably missed some major food groups there. Sh-eeet.

Yo, I really, really, really want this.

— Thursday, June 1st, 2006