Mae'n Mwy Boeth!

Whaddyamean, it is fucking hot in London tonight! And this mixtape Mark Ronson hit me off with when I visited him in his Chinatown studio last week is HOT like FIY-AH! Similarly hot is a beat he hit me off with, the beginning of which I used as my intro music at that Club NME gig last night. Man, that was some crazy ish. I used to go to that place when it was the Camden Palace back in the day. It hasn't really changed, apart from they've renamed it Koko and painted it all red, so there's this extra-psychotic air hanging over the place. I have never seen so many drunk children in my life. Well, not since I was a drunk child. Anyway, I rocked solo last night, did Liverpool, Clones, London, Cut You In The Face and Oh! and shit was beautiful. Did battle with some beer throwing heckling meatheads (you London dude's aint got shit on my rowdy Welsh bredren!), did some of that Morrissey hand touching weirdness with my peoples in the front row, played with my vocal effects stomp box, and scuffed my trainers. BITCH! Whaddya mean bloody Babyshambles left fucking torched up bacofoil all over backstage? Losers! I'm told by my boy Golden their drummer is a safe non-crackhead good-tug getting a deposit together for a house, so I'll leave dude out of that. The rest of you cats is fools! REAL! I met a bunch of your fucking followers last night, fucking cheruby little teenagers talking about crack like it was fucking lollipops. You people are lucky there isn't a hell! You'd SO BE THERE! But then again, you ARE... I guess. Poor you. Problem is, you don't burn bright with a fucking glass cock in your face dude. You shrivel like boozey cocks at 6am.

Speaking of which...

HAHAHAHA! My glasses is all bust up. I look like a catfish, serious. I got some blood on my hat too. Blood! That's no good. I dunno how this shit comes to pass. I blame the rum.

Oh, and you can call me all the paranoid freaks under the sun, but seriously people, don't let your babies out of your site. Because They will break their brains.

Oh, and that poor mangled little dude at the top there? That's one of our little brothers just born into the new Iraq. Aren't we amazing? I bet that crazy Sky God is pleased! A miracle! Praise be to the big beard in the clouds, we rule!