Sittin' here

Jay Vs. Nas? Sigel Vs. Jada? Damn I really ran out of good rap battles. That's poor. Well. The best battle of all time, by far, is this one. Oh my "You Live With Racoons"? How the fluck is he gonna come back from that?

Watch some underground UK Hip-hop/ Grime videos on Videosonroad.com. Some bangers on there. Check out 'Monstor Riddim', 'Murkle Man', 'Forward 2' and for a laugh watch some S.A.S.

Watch a voice over photo slide show by photographer Simon Wheatley about his time researching council estate culture in London.

In 1939 a 5 year old girl had a baby. That's deep. I mean, we're heading towards that being the norm in about 20-30 years if things continue the way they have been. But 5 years old? Damn that's deep. Read the story.

Chyeah! Marvin The Martian's gig on New Years Eve has been confirmed and the line-up somehwat sorted. So on December 31st/ January 1st @ The Buffalo Bar it will be...

The Creepy Morons (Ex Beatings) +

Manic Cough +

Marvin The Martian +
More Bands TBC...

DJ's The Rock and Roll Idiots (Ed and James), Dave Taylor (Artrocker.com/ Electric Shocks), Stu Plimsoles, Tom and Paul Artrocker.

Details on Artrocker.com

The French Government are seeking "Deportation" for seven rappers who they claim insighted the riots in the suburbs of Paris last month? That's politically, like the most ignorant thing I've ever heard. Can a governing body of such a multi-racial western country as France really be as ignorant and destructive as this? Look over at Australia now, look at the world over right now. Rappers responsible for the whole world's racial tension? I can't claim to know the ins-and-outs of the situation. To be honest, when it comes to the notoriously ludicrous politics of France I think I'd rather not know the ins-and-outs.

Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna get my "Hashim" on right now.

I'd just completed my last "Full" working week of 2005 (woooooooooooo!) and I had my weekend laid-the-fcuk-out. I was gonna do the studio dizzle on saturday day time and sunday day time. But I'd have little interludes on each day. The first was on Saturday just before 9PM...

... Brixton boy Danny Williams went up against the much hyped/ much hated, British Olympic gold medal winner Audley Harrison in "The biggest heavyweight British boxing match in a dozen years". It was for the commonwealth title and would be Audley's first "Real" fight since turning pro 19 fights ago. Danny was by far the more experienced fighter (although two years younger), he fought and beat Mike Tyson a couple of years back, he fought and lost to Vitali Klitchko a year or so back in his only WBC title shot. The first 6 rounds were by far the most boring and pointless rounds of boxing I've ever seen. Audley tried his hardest to hug his way out of having to fight. Danny, although the far more up for it fighter, wasn't willing to fall prey to some thinly devised Audley master plan. So it was all very cautious and lame. By the 6th though, Danny was bored and getting tired. Audley was cut above the eye (don't get too excited. It was a clash of heads) and he started to land some decent shots. One wild swing even managed to knock Audley down. The last 6 rounds were "Better" without being "Good". Danny clearly won, how a judge managed to split the decision into one Audley win to two Danny wins is beyond me. I feel like they stole a lot of my life with the fight. Never-the-less, Danny Williams brought the title back to Brixton and seems destined for a shot at Hasim Rahman? Damn the heavyweights are in trouble if he's the Champion. The main support card was the prodigy Amir Kahn though. U.S.A aint ready for Amir, I'm telling you. Remember how Prince Naseem came over and owned? (coincidentally, a very fat Prince Naz was in attendance on saturday talking about a comeback) Amir's next.

So Saturday was taken care of. What was my interlude on Sunday?...

... The good people at Channel 5 put one of my favorite films of all time, 'Home Alone' on at 6PM. The whole team were rushing to the studio to catch it. When I tell you, nothing has made me laugh like that film, last night in a long fcuking time. When Joe Pesci slips on the ice on the stairs, then goes back up, grabs the door knob that's been heated and he falls back again. My ribs were hurting man. Hurting. I bought the T.V listings for the Christmas season this weekend and I had to check to see if they were showing 'Home Alone 2'. They aren't, so I'm gonna have to go and kop that this week on the DVD. That's essential viewing. They are showing the 'not as bad as you'd expect' 3rd Home Alone though. After the film though we had serious mic problems that prevented us recording and causing me to become extremely stressed. But that's not the memory. Home Alone's the memory!

The weekend was soured by the news that the great Richard Pryor (we can only call him "The Richard Pryor" it's like a knighthood) had passed after fighting the terrible M.S for 20 years. One of, if not "THE" funniest man ever.