Another Dodgy Morning

I've been sitting here in Jake's lounge since 7.30am stuffing round with my new powerbook (!!) cause the sun won't let me sleep. I feel like total arse, only having had about three hours' "sleep" and wish I could just switch off.

Last night was Nigel's 30th, which we spent at the Bug Bar in Brixton, and while the latin music they were playing was great, it wasn't quite material which made me want to spend the whole night dancing. So we spent most of the night making flyers into darts and encouraging people to throw them back to us. Some people were happy to do so, others not so. But if my message of peace and hope can be transmitted to just one person via paper plane, then my work here is done. And other bullshit.

This night of silliness came hot on the heels of a bit of a binge in Ipswich. Let's just say that spending ten minutes in the shower pushing congealed vomit down the plughole with your toes isn't gonna be your favourite way to start the day. Sir.

Anyway, I know I've been shit about keeping this updated lately. I've had alot of stuff going on, especially in the art department. Outside is coming along nicely, and if I can stand to push my baby out the door, it'll be less than a calendar year before the first issue is on the site, I promise! And the same goes for the backlog of mixes I haven't been uploading. Soon as I get iTunes sorted for that kinda thing, I've got a bunch to go up, so hold tight junglists of the world!