Seasons greetings!

Tonight is Christmas Dinner, City Road style! I'm sure in other houses that means a takeaway pizza and an extra gram of wonky, but we've got a huge, home cooked, meal we're currently waiting to eat!

Bristol Breakcore

Following on from the last post... Bristol boy Parasite; the man behind the Goatlab and Deathsucker records, has set up a blog to keep people abreast of all things breakcore in our fair city. Point your browser towards http://www.bristolbreakcore.com to find out more.

Goatlab Radio

Bit of a busy day posting today, but I couldn't resist pushing this online radio show; Goatlab Radio. Formed out of the new Bristol night; The Goatlab (" The GoatLab is a new club night dedicated to the art of goatrave, goatstep and goatcore, complimented by experiments in extreme visauls, crazed audio and all things goaty."), it's a wicked showcase of new breakcore, dubstep and experimental stuff mixed up with old eighties tunes, rock, jazz, reggae and loads more besides.

Pain in the neck

This is my new piercing! got it done the other day at Pierced Up. Surprisingly it didn't really hurt, in fact was more of a rush when the needle went through. It's still a little tender but it's nice and clean and looking ok.

Looking forward to getting some more now! Maybe a couple more of these but different lengths, making a triangle kinda shape. Also thinking about something else, but I won't be putting any pictures of that up on the internet!

Ware-house? No, jungle & reggae!

Excellent party at the weekend! It was our friend Haydn's birthday, so after work at about 3:30 I went back to the house to pick up my records and headed round the corner to a squat, lived in by four guys. Four guys called Monkey, Scooter, Igor and Igor. Yep... two Igors. I'm not sure how they know each other although they're both Russian. Haydn met Scooter at our house party a few weeks back and has been staying at the squat for the last little while, on and off. Maybe not such a good thing as it's not the most motivational place. I've seen some very nice squats around Bristol. Places you'd not think were a squat. This place could be nothing but a squat... graffiti all over the walls, barely any furniture and the obligatory sound-system playing acid techno day and night.

This party was ok. There were a few people I knew there and some of the music was ok. I was supposed to play a set for Haydn's birthday but the two Ukranians running the decks didn't seem to keen on the idea of me playing Jungle. Also, apparently Monkey & Scooter don't like jungle. They like techno, and lot's of it. I tried to persuade Scooter for a little while. I thought the offer of some Ketamine would have to work. He nearly buckled, but he kept his resolve and when a load of people turned up who'd been to Break!!! at the Blue Mountain, we all decided to head to Old Market for a P.R.A.N.K party.

Now this party was cool. It was getting light by the time we got there and as we walked into the warehouse they were playing some old Aphrodite tunes. The jungle rolled out for a bit before they dropped some classic reggae.



I was kind of past chatting by this point so just danced away, catching up with Danny and Sam now and again, and locking eyes with a girl I'd met a little earlier when we passed each other. Eventually me and Ash decided it was time to leave so started the walk home through Old Market, past Temple Meads and through St Pauls.



The P.R.A.N.K guys put on a good party. Lot's of friendly faces and good music... or maybe it was just the lack of Techno.