Ich Libe Meehan

It was my cousin's 18th Birthday on Friday, so we all went out to the pub, in Uxbridge

I met an American girl, and tried to name 36 American states.
I could only name 35, then she trumped me with Delaware,
of course she should of been able to name upwards of 40.

Then we drank some more, I got Mojitos,
I've decided, from now on, it's only worth drinking vodka Mojitos, cos Bacardi is nasty, and my Mum drinks it.

Then we got chucked out, and hung around outside the pub for literally an hour not doing much about anything.
We walked towards Uxbridge town centre,
and then me & my cousin, and two other significants got involved in a wrestling match, it was more Greco Roman than WWE superstars.
That went on for about a half hour,
during that time, a police car rolled up to check on our progress, and my cousin (the 18 one) got the Polizia to say "Ich Libe Meehan", which, for all non-German speakign readers, roughly translates as 'I love Meehan' - I do love Meehan.
Then my cousin thought it would be an extraordinarily good idea to run home to Ruilsip, which is roughly a 6 mile run.
about a mile in, I realised that it wasn't an extraordinarily good idea, rather a foolish idea, as I was drunk, and wearing jeans, and brand new trainers.
and was in no frame of mind to be running.
I managed a superhuman 3 miles, then decided it was plain old walking for me.
My cousin disagreed, and quite literally, ran off.
So I had to walk from somewhere that I didn't know at all, to somewhere I knew fairly well at best.
That's when my extraordinary sense of direction, and memory for places kicked in.
and I found my way, and managed to get home.

The next day we watched 'Baby's day out' - it was good.

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Yoghurt update:
Yesterday my boss bought me a yoghurt that is supposed to burn really slowly, so you don't get hungry for ages.
It was maad filling, and I was super full up afterwards.
But about 15 minutes later, I had a horrible aftertaste, like I'd just been sick, kinda nasty and kinda sore.
But then I got hungry again.
So it didn't really work.
bad yoghurt

Film Premiers

The other day, I was walking home through Leicester Square, and they had closed off most of it for the 'The Dark Knight' European premier.
I walked around one way, and found that closed, then I walked back around and to the other way, and that was closed too, so I had to go round the back of the square to get through.
I was pretty annoyed, cos people was getting in my way.
And I was thinking, I doubt I'd ever camp outside to go see the stars walk up the red carpet for a film premier.
Maybe if Wiley was there I would.
Then I started thinking about my reactions to when 'celebrities' I actually like have enetered my personal space.
When I saw Skepta in the Old Blue Last, I said "wagwan Skepta, easy." in order to reference one his lines: "Boys talk about what they're gonna do to me, but when they see me, they say 'Skepta Wagwan Easy'"
Which was quite funny of me.
When I saw Wiley in the Amersham, I waited til he got off stage, then went over to him, and shook his hand...and hugged him. Yes, In case y'all have forgotten, I hugged Wiley.
Then when I saw Prancehall in the Amersham, when he finished DJing, I got the promoter to introduce me to him, and I went and talked to him, and accidently dissed him.

So suffice to say, I don't 'do' starstruck, not like them teenage girls who get all crying and gasping and shit.

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My boss bought in some yoghurt for me today, it's supposed to have a 'slow release action' that keeps you full for ages.
I ate it, and it really filled me up.
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This Borough I love so...

Earlier, Me & My Dad went for a drive around Lewisham borough.
We went around Pepys Estate, Deptford, Surrey Quays/Canada Water, New Cross, Lewisham & Dear Catford.

As I was looking around the sights, I realised, it may be no Mayfair, Kensington or Manhattan,
but it's mine.

Every run down building and rubbish dump is mine, and it made me smile, but a sad smile; I love this borough.

Everyone I saw walking round the streets or sitting at bus stops is real, and have stories to tell.

So I think, at some point before I leave, I'm gonna go around with my digital camera, and take loads of photos of my borough, and make like a photo montage.

Also, watching Kidulthood last night made me glad that I don't live in a shit area like Ladbrook Grove, Sheppard's Bush or Bow E3.
Catford is just the right amount of rubbish

Rolex Sweep

Coming off the success of 'wearing my rolex'; Slepta has made his follow on track, entitled 'Rolex Sweep'

It's a pretty good video
Except for the 50cent, looks more like J-kwon (remember him, who did that song 'tipsy' - that song was ja-hokes)
I don't really like the song, for some reason, to me, it seems really quiet.
And the lyrics are weak, and the beat is just not strong enough.
Other than that, it's pretty cool.
I really don't like that Michael Jackson dwarf that seems to be popping up everywhere.
And off course Jammer 'the whore of grime' make his appearance in it too.

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I went to 'Madame Jojo's' on Wed to see Sam perform with a band of people he knew.

Madame Jojo's is a nice venue, I like the way it's laid out, sort of.

But there seemed to be a heck of a lot of posh people,

and it really smelt of BO

I don't know why,

Maybe posh people don't wash any more - it's the in-ting in high society

Sam's band was a bit much, they had about 50 instruments, and their sound was like a musical odyssey. But they were still blatently the best band of the night.

I watched Kidulthood today, that's all I'm going to say about that.

Nothing of worth

Since Brighton, my life has ground to a hault.

Lots of travelling plans, lots of working and sleeping but not a lot else.

I've decided; only this blog with have the lo-down of what's a-happening of all things 'Commander Meehan on his foreign ventures'
so there'll be no pictures posted on Facebook, Myspace or anywhere else.
Although I might write here, and put the photos on Snapfish or something, maybe.

My friend Sam is playing music in Madame Jojo's tomorrow night
so I'll be there
but I doubt it'll be a tumultuous time, as I am off the sauce (again)

Tumultuous Times Vol 3: Brighton

This was gonna be a long old blog about this weekend when I was in Brigton.
But far too much stuff happened to keep you interested in a lenghty blog

What happens on tour stays on tour.

Tumultuous Times Vol 2: Chipmunk...but not really

"A row of Sambucas lined up on the bar.This is how it started and in the future
is where it ends.

but that's later. Now it's Sambucas galore"

working off a ridiculous hangover due to all-day drinking by means of a fire, Sambuca is not the advisable choice.
I went to Chipmunk on Friday in the Amersham, it'd been ages since an old skool grimey tear up.
and to be honest it all started pretty quickly. Within the first hour or so, they were dropping some of the biggest grim tracks in the game.
Always a good look.
lots more drinking later, and it was all getting crazy.
Tomb Crew had turned up (and ignored me once)
and I knew about half the people in there - exaggeration, but I did know a lot of people, surprising people who I would not have expected to be in there.

Tomb Crew got up and set the Decks alight, nothing unusual there.
P-Money was on the bill, and I noticed it was unusual that they played his biggest hit to date: What did he say, not only that, they pulled it back about four times

Then Tomb Crew started whipping out the Jungle music,
I'm not the biggest fan of Jungle music, but it's always good to get a little crazy to.
Tomb Crew must of played a two hour set,
there was problems with the venue allowing Chipmunk, 17, to play due to his age.
But Everyone was lubricated with alcohol, and getting all a bit crazy, so it was really no bother.
I went over and saw Jamie from Tomb Crew on a sofa, I tapped him on the back and he turned and gave me a really warm welcome.
I was worried at first cos after the first slice of air-pie, I wasn't in the mood for more.
But we had a great hearty chat about Jungle, the Amersham and Chuck D.
After that I really wanted to be a music journalist.
Maybe I should of remember what he said and use it as an interview, against his wishes.
But he's too safe for that.

Then I saw Tuvshin from 'Str8 Reckin' crew in the toilets, and we stood and talked at lenght about the failing of Egg nightclub in Kings Cross (mainly about it being in the middle of nowhere)
This was about 2 in the morning, and my vow never to drink again was quite truly smashed.

I found out whilst talking to Jamie from Tomb Crew that P-Money had turned up, and played over their set (hence the reloads) and most people was completely oblivious to it.

As we were leaving, another one of Ekisbeat kids, Double S was getting on the mic. But it was too late and I was too drunk to notice.
It was not a krazy night, just a solid gold night.
and I think they're the best