We All Macs

I seem to have been pissed off my face since Thursday, but at least I am the best DJ ever, eh? Last night was indeed tremendous fun. I played lots of ace songs. You can see what, and in what order, in that there picture. Clever, non?

As for The Hoff - well, he is the tallest man I have ever seen. I came up to his balls, pretty much. He is very handsome and charming, has an ego the size of a small planet, and the lovelies eye crinkles this side of Jeres. Seems to be a whiskey and coke type of a dude. We spoke of rap music, German children, and the incredible beauty of the young Italian male (having never been, I will have to take The Hoff's word on that one.

Aside from that, I did two photoshoots, one interview, and went on an accidental bender with Jeres, my online press lady Giovanna, and her young gentleman, who gave Jeres a worthy pool adversary. I was made to look relatively competent by Giovanna, who is really good at potting white balls. I woke up today in a heap on my tigers. Good times!

So, I have a day and a half left in this country before I get on a big metal bird and fly west for the autumn. As far as I recall, before then I gotta remix a song for the Bizzle, arrange another two for the self same, design a T shirt, record a single, render a mixtape, write and record a 16 for Madison, write and record a number one for BMG, clean my house, wash my clothes, pack my bags, and try and eat some food. I've been crap at food again lately. Wish me luck!

Oh, by the way - the people of this nation have no taste whatsoever, it seems. Apparently some morbid ditty by that cacophanous toff James "Rymes With" Blunt is the most played song at British funerals, according to The Bereavement Register. But it's not all crap - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by Bon Jovi is at No.18, and Reach for the Stars by S Club 7 is at No.20. If I die tomorrow, please play The Ballad Of Jimi Hendrix by Stormtroopers Of Death at mine. WORD!