How To Eat An Orange If You're Not A Robot

I must say, it is very difficult writing one's first proper Main-Blog post since Friday when one is sworn to secrecy about the events that occurred between now and last Friday that are amazing and exciting and life changing to say the bloody least. But here we are, Wednesday, February 16th 2011. A big ball of sun (the big ball of sun) is doing battle with a great big grey duvet of cloud that hovers above Hackney Wick like a vast, ominous spacecraft, and I have just realised I need to EAT, as I am shouting at the PC and talking gibberish to my stuffed tiger. Unfortunately, there is little in the house other than a sliver of sticky toffee pudding. Perhaps I should make like Envy in the clip above and skin some oranges.

RO-BOOOOOOOT! What a great song. 20,000 streams in 10 days, including 6000 on Youtube. I have celebrated by upping the awesome clip above, and dropping the lyrics. You're welcome. And the fortnightly ATD25 leakage continues this Friday with another amazing song, featuring a very special guest (and producer). CAN YOU GUESS WHO IT IS?!


So, I got some (ha!) sleep, and I listened to the noises Birddogg was making up here while I was down in New York, doing whatever it was I was doing in New York. Like, there's some ill stuff. But one in particular is just tremendous. it is mighty. It fills my heart. And prefectly fits so many of the raps I was writing in New York, tempom flow, everything. So, what I've done, is draw various raps, and bits of raps, together, to create this New York song that's been brewing all the time I've been here. It is best I get it out now, before I FORGET. Annoyingly, the necassary component is missing. So piss.

Bad: All the stuff I bought last week - food, drink, socks, weed - is gone. Mostly. I got a lot of Ritz crackers, peanut butter and macaroni. Good: There's a Death's Head Moth on my window. (See right) Bad: There is animal shit by my window. Good: The air outside is fresh and envigorating. Bad: The air in the top level of the house, in which I am supposed to be dwelling, is thick with the stink of animal and of animal excrement.

I went to turn on the sauna earlier, and nearly trod in cat shit. Or dog shit. It could be both. Whatever. It's like, wow, sauna! Oh, catshit. Wow! Oh. Wow! Oh. Etc. So, I wanted to go into town and get a job today, to pay for my ticket back to New York, but waited about for people to come with me rather than just doing it, and the end result is it's super late now, too late to get a job anywhere, and everyone's going into town to go out, save me, who must stay at home cos he has no ID (this is a worry), and it's too far to chance not being allowed in anywhere.

A ha!

So I should write more now. I wrote a bunch earlier. Phil is worrying that Amy has forotten his ass, as she went in her tiny car to take Cecelia and James over an hour ago. But she hasn't forgotten him. It's just miles from ShanGayKen to Woodstoock! A HA!

I just asked Spiky if he has a message for the world. He said, "spitroast!" So there you go.