19 January 2011
Always show the talent respect my friend.
This is no sitting around having polite conversation with relatives whilst eating sausages on a stick here. A full on rig pounds techno and house out in the front basement room whilst the kitchen is full of people surfing the edge of consciousness. "Plenty more volume in the pipes" says Stoney. A couple of frozen neat Stolichnaya’s later, happy birthday Jon, I negotiate an early slot on the decks for around 2am. MJ sorts me out some of his new art work which I buy from him for £50 as a birthday present. It looks great. He said he will give me more pieces.
By four, five five thirty am the disparate lift blaggers are assembled. Turning down polite requests to stay and get completely fucked we hit the open road as the sun begins to rise. Another weekend under the proverbial belt. I promise myself a real quiet one next weekend. Honest.
I receive a text from Margate Jon on Sunday night before I retire to bed, hoping to ease the pain of yet another sleepless weekend before the onslaught of work on Monday. It says; "Sorry, spent all money on wine, beers and spirits. Please send more."