I spent the weekend in Bristol with Ben, which was pretty wicked by all accounts. What with bedtimes of 4am and 5am for the Friday and Saturday nights and fun right up to actually closing my eyes, it was a packed weekend.
This weekend I'm off back home to the Island (the Isle of Wight...not just any old Island) for my Mum's birthday...the girlfriend is coming along for the ride, and there will be what can only be defined in terms of how tempting it will be for Fate - A Bank Holiday Weekend Barbecue.
On the evening of the 31st of May, Ben and I are DJing ( I could say headlining, but the other DJs who merely wanted an earlier slot might get a bit pissed off...) the latest instalment of the West Midlands' favourite tropical-fruit dubbed cheesefest - Top Banana London.
I could go on about how excited I am about it, how many of the stops we are pulling out for the performance (all of them), the fact that I'm shopping for a new inflatable guitar...but I won't.
I want to sum things up in one succinct quotation, which, it just so happens, is my own. It became something of a catchphrase in the early days of my radio show on RaW, when a catchphrase was a handy thing to have, as it cut down the number of things I had to think of to say.
It was my first ever broadcast, and my first on-air speaking-between-the-songs-bit (or 'link' as they're known), and while I was talking I noticed that my volume levels were high. So high in fact, that all the dial needles were stuck firmly in the little red areas reserved for fires, national emergencies and first-time-DJs, and if they stayed there much longer the studio desk components would start smoking. I improvised, and after I'd calmed down, thought it sounded cool.
This is going to be a bit loud.
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