“Has anyone seen Pixel,” shouts Marv at the start of that live video.
Pixel’s in Brixton!
Before he even got to the scene he knew exactly what was going on from his Twitter feed.
“We’re looting nandos!” wrote one dummy.
But it was when he got down there in person that he saw the full extent of the rottery.
“They took everything!” he said when I rang him. “They took the menu boards!”
Did they take the sauce? I asked
“The took everything!” he cried.
Last night we were at the Apple Cart festival in Victoria Park, which is basically one of those festivals where its 99% white people performing and attending, and 99% black people cleaning the luxurious, specious portable lavatories.
“We had the opposite,” noted Pixel. “There was still smoke billowing out the restaurant and some crackhead was like, ‘can I use your toilet?’”
“Do you think it’s just people being greedy?” asked my sister in law on her way out the door just now. I said I thought it was a lot of things, but Jack Nimble sums it up pretty well on BOOM!:
“What do we want bruv? Justice and a new pair of kicks bruv.”
Regardless who you vote for, if the mind don’t grow and the poverty line don’t go
But the dope keep coming and the t-v keep flashing images of a sports car
Then you bound for a coke war
The meek get clowned by the cope law
The sheep get drowned in the folklore
Then lulled to sleep by tom brokaw,
Hm what a pity, the hope on a politicians tongue never ever trickles down to the city
Yeah, so if a nigga put a presidents mask on and run up in the bank with a mac saying gimme gimme
I ain’t glad at em, but I ain’t mad at em…
I ain’t mad at em