RIP Adam’s ace coat that his Mam made. Last seen somewhere in Cardiff in the small hours, with a small person from a television show about the collapse of society.

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Cymru am Byth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gwilym Havard Davies

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Well, it is done. At last our generation finally know what it’s like to be the envy of the Rugby playing world. Saturday was the best day to be Welsh in our life-time, even if you weren’t lucky enough to be on home soil. I can’t imagine that there is a Welsh person living abroad who doesn’t feel a foot taller than everyone else today. From what I’ve read, the TV pictures gave a pretty good sense of what Cardiff was like on Saturday (though outside of Wales, you’d have had to have tuned into Rugby Special on Sunday night to have seen what it looked like on Sunday morning!). Even hours before the match had begun; the feeling in Cardiff was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Imagine how excited, anxious, proud and plain terrified you felt on Saturday, then imagine walking through the streets of our Capital surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people who felt exactly the same as you!

Probably the most emotional moment for me was the long walk across town from lunch to the stadium – I’d elected to take the lone ticket, mainly because I thought if this really was a date with destiny my Dad and brother should be sitting together, as they’ve had to endure the hard times together for longer, and also because I thought I’d be less nervous watching on my own! I allowed myself a good half hour to get across town, and as I walked along Mary’s Street in the sunshine (God had to be on our side!) the total sense of collective pride and anticipation already had me welling up. It was bizarre, it was almost as if for the first time I can remember, we dared to believe that no matter what, we were going to win today. And win we did. Aside from the inevitably nervous start, and a late Irish flourish Wales absolutely dominated the game. When Kevin Morgan went over and put us three scores ahead, the sensible part of us knew that the Slam was ours. But naturally being Welsh none of us could quite believe that the Irish wouldn’t somehow cheat defeat until the final whistle was blown. And when it was, everyone just hugged whoever was next to them and put every last scrap of energy into screaming at the top of their already hoarse voices. Then they hugged the person on the other side. Then they climbed over the seats to hug the people behind. And then… Well you get the picture. This was then followed by quite a lot of crying – especially the men, and a time to recompose yourself while they erected the podium. Then, once the cup was lifted, the entire process begun all over again. Then we all had a bit of a singsong with Max. No one left the stadium until around half an hour after the match had finished. As I left the stadium to go and meet the others it occurred to me that the celebrations and feeling was more like we’d won a war than a rugby match.

Cardiff at night was a bit like when they used to try and fill a Mini with as many people as possible on Record-Breakers. We all revelled hard and fast, I ended Clwb Ifor Bach, where I literally danced my trousers off - by the end of the night I had two rips in the knees and had a rip from the flies to the back belt line. My body finally gave in to exhaustion at around two thirty and walked back through town to Duggy & Hughseys flat, and the streets were still packed and by now beginning to show the strain. Given the state of my trousers, anywhere else in the country, I probably would have been arrested for indecent exposure, but by now Caerdydd was beginning to resemble an over populated safari park run by mental patients.

Sunday was a time for smiles, lunch in the bay, reflection, and watching the highlights. Topics of conversation included rugby, rugby and rugby. We bought all the news papers and dared each other to smell the Welsh shirts we’d worn the day before.

What a time! What a team! And a real feeling that this is the beginning of something rather than the end. This weekend there cannot have been a single person who had seen Cardiff on the TV and not wished they were part of what was happening. And if you’re Welsh – you were, even if you weren’t actually there!

Cymru am byth!

So, some douches went to see Nas at Brixton and shot the place up, cancelling the gig and ruining everybody’s nights, and ensuring riduculous security measures for future rap shows in the capital. NICE ONE DOUCHES. Jesus.

Y’all should go see my boy’s exhibition. There’ll be lots of those gross drawn on photos, innit, so be free and in London this Friday, March 25th, 7pm. It’s at London’s Art Academy ‘Subterranean’ Gallery @ 201 Union St, london, next door to the JerWOOd gallery. More info here.

I’m in the The Dairy with my man Matt again today. Right now we’re wacking Doggboy’s scratches on Clones, then we’re gonna finish that Moth tune and do Love Seen.

Wow, I got my gmail down to 30 messages. It looks nice now. If you emailed me at some point this year probably I emailed you back now. If not maybe you went in my spam, that’s still rammed and I’m afraid of it.

So! I have links.

My old pal MC Lars has been busy, and seems to be upping his game. I wonder what Jimmy Pop thinks.

Who says they have no sense of humour over on the right? those people are fucking hilarious. (did I post that already though? What a bad brain I have)

A worm powered synth exists.

Remebering the future.

Right, elves.

Wow, this band are really ace right? There are nine if them, which bodes well (think Wu, I usually do), and I really can’t be fucked to go through all the refferences, but for now, think Supertramp, 10 CC, Dr Feelgood and Rod Stewart when he was wicked. YUH!

Also really good is The Sov, but prolly you knew that. Somehow that managed to miss the top fourty, but then again, if Joss Stone can’t do any better than in at 32 when they just gave her the Brit Award for best black artists despite being, um, white, what can we expect for our minature raggamuffins? More proof that the UK top fourty chart is as indicative of the nations tastes as the Daily Express is.

Argh, Wade and Birddogg call me, rent is due tommorrow and I haven’t your money, neither have I enough to cover your skinny asses.

I think today was the first day of spring.

I spent most of it in here making the noises be at the right levels.

Things remain farcical at home. Running water has been reinstated upstairs, so we can flush the toilet, but we can’t use the bath yet. I haven’t had a shower since Saturday. My hair looks caveman fresh though.

Marek is building my super machine. Wade is going to LA with David. I am going to Wales to shoot a video for Patrick. My next single will be set in Miami.

commentary at Realest Niggas, but for now, this must surely be the sound of the bathtub overflowing?

Monday Night Fight Klub announced that it will host the “Battle of Four” if 50 Cent, Jadakiss, The Game and Fat Joe agree to participate.

Fight Klub, the underground emcee battle, proposes to amicably end the present beef by organizing a battle between the aforementioned feuding rappers. Borrowing a boxing match formula, the contestants would lyrically spar in front of a crowd for a grand prize of $1 million dollars. 50, Jada, Game and Joe have yet to agree to the battle.

Monday Night Fight Klub often provides a stage for upstart artists to gain exposure. Jin previously won a $50,000 battle at Fight Klub while Remy Ma’s buzz grew bigger when she defeated Lady Luck twice at the event and won a $20,000.

Today I am in The Dairy in Brixton recording new songs. They are well ace. I definitely ought to eat though. Oh, Mark Owen is in studio three.

Monkeys and computers are what we must fear.

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Funny things we learnt today:

Prince Harry has a weird sense of humour. (But so would you if your Dad wasn’t really your Dad and the person pretending to be your Dad had been involved in the murder of your mother and everybody you knew knew but you had to pretend you didn’t and neither did they, AND you weren’t allowed to smoke spliffs or punch photographers)

Mark Thatcher is being let off with a fine because he plead guilty.

The US has given up searching for those WMD’s we were lead into war over. Nobody seems to give a shit. Honestly, someone should shoot Blair in the face. I am not joking. Because he won’t resign. And he will do worse in the future.
In The Face

Creationism, under the hilarious moniker “intelligent design”, is to be taught in American schools. A CBS/New York Times poll conducted late last year found that 65% of Americans think this should be taught alongside evolution.

George W Bush, he say, “I don’t see how you can be president… without a relationship with the Lord.”

In non funny news, Wade and I saw a very lovely house today. Maybe we will live in it.

Also, it has been brought to my attention that I it hasn’t been “BST” since October (see below, and all posts since October). Oops.

Oh, more funny. Look what just threw itself up randomly at me on the BBC website.

Sophie sent me this shit but I have to share it with you. Gonzo’s Allmusic page, spookily, claims his real name to be Sacha Baron Cohen. I say spookily as I have NEVER SEEN THEM IN THE SAME ROOM. Gonz retired just before Borat appeared. Think about it.

SPOOKS.

I have made a new song every day this week. I haven”t been out since last Saturday, which was an excellent time, and I have smoked a lot of weed.

I have an inbox full of scorn at my strange suspicion that those benefitting most from the events of September 11th might just have had something to do with it (check this hilarious read regarding the US and Pakistan’s pre-911 preppoing! Ludicrous. I am considering shaving my head.

While Fiddy and The Game squash their squinty eyed beef, Arab and Jewish emcees go at it.

In my stats page, that tells me half my bandwith dissapeared last night because somebody stuck one of my gay pictures on their avatar and frequents some giant Canadian community where 30,000 people at a time communicate purely by the posted image… In that page, I get a top ten search terms thing, that tells me what the people who end up at my site were looking for. People are strange.

1 16.67% akira the don
2 2.78% stunners international
3 2.78% wade crescent
4 1.85% akira the don drinking song
5 1.85% digihad
6 1.85% hot 97 the game diss freestyle
7 1.85% jackie o feat. ying yang twins
8 1.85% oye micanto de nore
9 0.93% 50 cent-this is how we do copy and paste
10 0.93% aftermath music gametime
11 0.93% akira lane
12 0.93% akira the don samples
13 0.93% all i want for christmas is to get crunk
14 0.93% adam alphabet cunt
15 0.93% arena magazine abi titmus
16 0.93% belina carlisle
17 0.93% bloods and crips talking about getting shot
18 0.93% margo stilley hardcore pics
19 0.93% christmas freestyle rapping
20 0.93% cibelle photos