Customisation

So, It Started With Me & My Mum Scheming On How To Make Me A Skirt –  While Juggling Gettin’ Our Uni. Work Done.

 

We Decided A Simpler Option Would Be To Add A Strip Of Material To My Black Jeans.

 

That’s What I Did…

 

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The Modern Day Arsenal Fan… And Other Football Things

This Is All Based On Conversations, And Thought, I Had While Watching Arsenal v Bayern Muinch On Tuesday Night. High. (See If You’ve Ever Met An Arsenal Fan Like This)

 

I’ve Always Tried To Describe What It Means To Have A Great First Touch, But It Came To Mind That The Best Way To Do So Is;

 

‘The Best First Touch, Is Being In Control Of The Ball Before You Touch It’

 

Whether That’s Demanding The Ball And Doing With It What You Must, Or The Modern Day Xavi Touch Where No Matter How You Receive The Ball Your First Touch Is YOUR First Touch – You Already Have The Ball Under Your Spell & Do With It What You Want. Zidane. Rui Costa. Lee Cattermole. Bergkamp.

 

Also. Do You Not Find It Strange How Obsessively We Worship Other Humans. Like, Players Go Home & Chill With Their Children etc. But For 90 Minutes They’re Your Gods. It’s Unusual. I Will Elaborate On This Is A Later Post…

 

So, We’re Watching The Match & My Boy Is Like ‘I’m A Die Hard Gunner’ – The Famous Arsenal Song ‘Commeeee On Arsenal, Commeee On Arsenal’ Breaks The Silence At The Library, I Mean Higbury, No Wait The Emirates & We Both Sing Along. Me Jokingly. Commenting On The Lack Of Noise Heard. I Then Say “You Know The Real Fans Sing ‘And It’s Arseeeeeeenal, Arseeeeenal FC'” And He Gives Me A Blank Stare And Is Like… “I Don’t Even Know That One Still, I’m Just Down For My Gunners You Know”…

 

Arsenal Concede A Somewhat Comical Goal And “Oh Myyyyyy Lorrrrrrrrrddddddd” Is Heard – Silence, And Then “Flippin’ Hell This Clown Head” – Conversation Breaks Out About The Arsenal Goalkeeping Conundrum.

“Fabianki… Fabianki… What Ever Happened To Him, Does That Guy Even Play Football Anymore”  – I’m Thinking, Yes He Still Plays For You…

Debate Rages On As Szczensy Becomes The Source Of All Your Defensive Frailties. Though Probably Being One Of Arsenals Best Goal Keepers For A While. Suspect At Crosses I Must Say.

Then All You Hear Is;

“Wasn’t Fabianki Better Than Him…” *Dies*

 

Here Is Where I Tell You All Why To Me, Personally, Wilshere Is Not Yet World Class. Don’t Throw Hate Male At Me For Saying So.

So Wilshere Is Breaking Away From A Bayern Corner With The Ball At His Feet. He Rides Past Two Challenges With The Bayern Players Left Sprawling On The Deck, Clasping At His Shadow. The Picture Infront Of Him Now Is. He’s Running Towards The By Line. One Defender Infront Of Him. And A Defender Tracking The Run Of His Striker. Now, Bear In Mind This Is Late On In The Game. Wilshere Performs The Most Elaborate, Pin Point Hand Gesture And Curls The Ball Down The Line. The Pass Is Over Hit. And The Bayern Defender Intercepts. Now. It’s Those Decision That Make A World Class Player For Me. Knowing When To Pass and Not. Yes, The Crowd Are Probably Cheering Him On And Encouraging Forward Play, But It Isn’t Always The Right Option. Maybe Checking Back And Playing A Simple Pass To A Supporting Midfielder Is. But, Who Am I To Say. I Support Inter So My Football Knowledge Is Shit *Shrugs*.

 

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The Legitimacy Of My Speech…

Okay So Firstly The Title ‘The Legitimacy Of My Speech’ Is A Little Confusing, I Will Explain…

It’s About 11.30pm And Me & My Two Boys Are On The Train, Coming Heading Home From A Failed Night Out. High. One Is Asleep Two Seats ALong From Me, The Other Opposite & Listening To Music. Two Mid 20 Females Board The Train & Sit Opposite Me, I Think Nothing Of It.

I’m Staying On The Train Longer Than My Boys, It Comes To Their Stop. I Wake One With A Tap On The Shoulder And Say “Yo This Is Your Stop” He Stand I Saw “Shout Me When You Get In Brother” And Proceed To ‘Nudge’ Him – The Second Gets Up And I Say “Get Home Safely… Bless” And Again Nudge Him.

They Depart. And I’m Sitting There.

The Journey Continues, Briefly, Until I Hear The Women Opposite Me Say;

“I Can’t Believe What We Just Saw”

“What A Interesting Childhood He Must Have Had”

“Why Do That Generation Want To Speak Like So”

(Three Lines Pulled Out Of Many More)

So I’m Sitting There Like… HOLD UP – Are You Questioning The Legitimacy Of My Speech – Oh How I Wished I Had Actually Asked Them. To Me It’s Offensive For Someone To Question How You Speak. What Was That Based On? The Fact I’m White? Their Own Pre Judgement Of What They Thought I’d Speak Like? Or What…

And Yes, I Did Have An Interesting Childhood, But I Beat I Could Speak Words Into Your Ears You’ve Never Heard Before.

Ironically At The Same Time, Two Seats Down From Me Are Couple Having The Most Eloquent & Elaborate Conversation. I Saw The Humor In It. Maybe My Speech Is Forced? Yeah Right. Fuck Off.

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Felix And His Book Shelf

From As Young As I Can Remember My Mother Read To Me. And I Loved It. I Am Grateful She Did So, As My Love Of Books Has Stuck With Me Through My Life.

I Don’t Think Our Generation Read Enough In All Honesty. Nothing Beats Seeing The Spine Crease And Inhaling The ‘New Book Smell’ – Or ‘Nothing Beats Loggin’ In To My Kindle And Downloading A Book’ – Don’t Be Silly…

Books Are Cheap. Okay, I May Not Have Convinced You To Start Charity Shoppin’ But There Is No Harm In Picking Up A Second Hand Book And Having A Read.

However, I Still Don’t Understand Why Some People Feel As If They Must Impress While Stating Their Most Recent Read, Or Favorite Book. In All Honesty I Couldn’t Tell You The Last Book I Read Cover To Cover. Wait, I Lied. Life Of Pi In Anticipation Of The Film.

From Reading; New Words Are Added To Your Vocabulary, Images Are Painted In Your Mind Of What You Are Yet To See And Inspiration Arises.

 

So, I Decided To Turn To My Book Shelf & Pull Off A Few Of My Favorites.

Five For Five

Five For Five

Versace

Versace

It's Bigger Than Hip Hop - MK Asante

It’s Bigger Than Hip Hop – MK Asante

Pharrell: Places & Spaces I've Been

Pharrell: Places & Spaces I’ve Been

Yves Saint Laurent

Yves Saint Laurent

The Bad Beginning - Lemony Snicket

The Bad Beginning – Lemony Snicket

The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Sanger

The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Sanger

Holes - Louis Sachar

Holes – Louis Sachar

The Subtle Knife - Phillip Pullman

The Subtle Knife – Phillip Pullman

Trainer Hall Of Fame - Neal Heard

Trainer Hall Of Fame – Neal Heard

To The End Of The World - Colin Foreman

To The End Of The World – Colin Foreman

James Dean, Boulevard Of Broke Dreams - Paul Alexander

James Dean, Boulevard Of Broke Dreams – Paul Alexander

Courtitia Newland - Society Within

Courtitia Newland – Society Within

Book Pile

Book Pile

Book Shelf

Book Shelf

 

I Had The Best Intentions Of Writing A Brief Piece On Why I Chose These Books – I Decided Against It.

 

Bless

 

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Weed Chronicles – Volume One

So… Like Most Thoughts & Activities When High, They’re Very Spontaneous And Seem To Come In No Chronological Order…

I Have Been Meaning To Put Into Words The Thoughts That Go On Inside My Head When High For A Very Long Time.

The Wait Is Over…

So I’ve Smoked Up With My People. And I’m Walking Home.

I Start Freestyling While Walking Along. And I Eventually Come Up With This…

Commitment,

Put Me In A World I Don’t Know,

In A Fight I Can’t Win,

In A Position Where I Can’t See My Toes As The Darkness Closes In,

And The Fight That I Show,

Shows You What You Thought You Know,

That The My Main Strength Lies Within…

I Think I Was Basically Talking About My Commitment, And Dedication To My Family And Friends. That Even If The Situation Was A No Win One. I Would Fight For Them.

Commitment Sparked My Brain Into Action, I Started Thinking About Relatives Who Have Passed Away – I Then Remembered That I Was Walking Quite Near Where My Grandma Once Walked Into A Lamppost  I Look Up And BANG. I Have Walked Face First Into A Hugh Grey Pole. My Phone Has Gone Flying Forwards. How I Pictured It Was Like A Stereotypical Cartoon Character Running Into Something. Where They Look Like A Table. Both Legs And Arms Up, Wrapped Around The Lamppost. I Got Up, Dusted Myself Down And Carried On Walking…

As I Ventured On, Bearing In Mind It Was Like 1am. I Saw What Looked Like A Person Sitting On A Wall On The Other Side Of The Road. I Convinced Myself It Wasn’t A Person. But A Bin On A Wall. Then A Dog. As I Stood Opposite And Got A Proper Look, It Was An Elderly Man Wearing All Black With His Head Between His Knees. I Contemplated Asking Him If He Was Okay… I Kept It Moving…

Another Freestyle Moment, Seeing Where The Lido Once Was On Peckham Rye Reminded Me Of My Time As A Kid Growing Up In Brixton… Here’s What Came Out…

When I Roamed The Streets It Was With A YoYo In My Hand,

A Ninja Turtles Action Figure Tucked Into The Band,

On My Jeans,

Saw Batman Do It So Why Can’t We,

Our Life Was An Imitation We Were Yet To Define Unique,

But I Know What We Need,

Water & Light To Plant The Seed Of Life,

And Escape…

I Carry On. For Some Reason Peckham Still Holds This Reputation As ‘Being Dangerous’ – I Thought To Myself That I Haven’t Actually Seen Any Goons About For Like 6 Months. Then Three Figures Turned Round The Corner, Speaking Loudly. I Was Like FUCK. So I Crossed The Road, Keep It Calm, What’s The Point. Head Down. Step By Step. They Walk Past… It’s Three Asian Men Talking About Football. *Wipes Brow*

As I Turn Onto Rye Lane, I See A Police Car. Stationary. And Burst Into My Last Free Style Of The Night…

Fuck The Po Po,

Fuck The Po Po,

Why Do The Old Bill Always Think They’re Right,

They Weren’t There When The First Guy Swung The Right,

And The Second Guy Ducked,

And The Third One Bounced,

They Entered Blowing The Whistle When The Crowd Departed,

Shouting Loud Words But Everyone Had Allowed It…

Not Sure What I Make Of That. Or What You Will.

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The Cut – Love Hangover

The Cut Love Hangover

Didn’t Get That Valentines Vagina You Wanted. Didn’t Get The Dickin’ Down You Needed. I’m Single And Seeeeaaaaarrrrching (If You Listen To Ugandan Music You May Know The Lyrics)

Come Down To The Third Installment Of @TheCutMag Parties – The Previous Two Haven’t Failed To Disappoint – With An Experimental Combination Of DJs  Expect The Vibe To Change Throughout The Night…

Personally Amy Becker (LTT) Is One Of The Hottest Female DJs On The Scene At The Moment…

Get Yourself Down. Party. Live Life. Love. Lie. Get What You Want

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Rangoose – Valentines Day Special

RANGOOSEVALENTINE

A Beautiful Female Called Me Last Night And Said “… So What Are We Doing On Valentines Day?…” – I Though & Said “… I Don’t Know About You, But I’m Going To Rangoose”

A Cute Brownin’ Texted Me & Asked “Wher U Taken Me VDay Bbz” – I Thought & Said ” No Where Until You Can Spell Properly, So I’ll Be At Rangoose”

Basically – If You’re Single. Taken. Married. Drake. Fiendin’ For Vagina, Or Dick – Join Me & The Dope DJ Line Up To *Dance On Broken Hearts*

At Rangoose ‘We Don’t Watch No Face’ – Enjoy Yourself. Get Waved. High. And Party.

And Who Knows… A Few Rangoose Goers Might Get That Lovin’ Or Fuckin’ At The End Of The Night…

@ThisIsRangoose

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