
Best gig ever.
Best gig I ever did anyway.
Thank you to EVERYBODY.
My amazing band, Joey, James, Morty, musical director BJ, brass section Ginge & John. Special guest superstar Envy. Organising party geniuses Charlotte and Colin (and Paula who was there in spirit form like a SPOOKY GHOST). Film and make up gurus Michael, Sam, Tim. Nonathon and Rachel who sold people things and looked lovely on the door. The gracious and accommodating staff at The Gaff. Stephen Hague, Marvin, Pixel, Jack, Tego, Ben OFISHAL, true hardcore party people one and all. My little brother Ali. My Dad. SOUP! All you awesome people that came from all over the land to party with us. I feel very lucky.
If you were there, and you took photos – of you and your zombie friends, of the show, of the deejays, of the barstaff, whatever, please send them in (atd at akirathedon dot com), so I can make a nice photo gallery and the world can get a vague idea of just how awesome a party we had.
I will expand on all of this when I have some time.
But for now – and I REALLY mean it – thank you.
Months of hard work come to their conclusion tonight, when we descend upon The Gaff, Holloway Road, and throw the party of the century.
Akira The Don! Marvin! Pixel! Stephen Hague! Zombiehamster! Joey2Tits! Kill Witnesses! Zombies! People with latext making wounds for everybody that wants one! WOW!
Crap, The London Paper even listen it as an “Atilla The Don” show. YOU KNOW IT’S GOING TO BE HARDCORE!
And rammed. Get down early.
Woman: “Sir alan, I don’t think I should be fired cos I wouldn’t put my hand up your arse.”
Sir Alan: “Ooh. You’re fired.”

Shout out to my boy Pro Green, stitched back together like Frankie’s monester and kicking it.
“HE ONLY JUST GOT FUCKING LUCKY TATTOED ON HIS NECK, IRONY MUCH MATE?” asks one of my favourite bloggers. Well, dude’s alive. So I’d say he’s lucky as monkey in a barrel of bananas. I AM NOT DEAD! YEAH!
She then goes on to make a point about how people shouldn’t avoid Cargo, which is usually safe as funk.
So, yeah.
Get good bro!