A Fucking Fruesli Bar!

Hi gang!

I'M BACK!

I had a great holiday in Gogledd Cymru thanks. It was sunny and everything! Did lots of walking. Hardly touched the internets. Saw my Nan. Went to a beach. Bought ancient 19th century books with ill illustrations in them. Had a cake. Went past my old houses in Nantlle, Beaumaris AND Penmon. Nantlle was best. Fucking awesome place. Penmon is bleak and depressing. No wonder I was such a moodly little bugger.

Back now. London sure is filthy!

Still, I returned to some good news. Jeres has quit booze! This, we can all agree, is a clever move. I urge all of my friends to treat dude with respect, and don't go waving bottles of pop under his nose. It is not funny. We can now look forward to a Son Of King Rebel record. I reckon it's gonna be awesome.

So, how was Raekwon and Ghostface last night? Pretty bougie, surely?

"Since when," wrote Tego via text message, "could you walk around a Wu-Tang show eating a fucking Fruesli bar? where did all the killers go?"

Well, it WAS an ATP show. What did you expect?

Elsewhere, Nas' LP title has been, predictably, cockblocked at the 11th hour. Nigger will now just be called Nas.

Check out a new joint from the record, NIGGER (The Slave And The Master). I like it. The strings are unsettling.

OK.

Ever wanna know how to avoid getting merked by a shark?

Here's how.

Tip: If you're bleeding, including menstruating, stay on the beach.

Say word!

Then watch this crazy subway girl and feel guilty about it.