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I guess the biggest decision I have made last week has to do with this Cambridge diet, I know what people keep saying to me about it being bad, but I am so shit at sticking to a healthy diet and routine, I have been feeling like shit for just over 3 weeks now and in that time I have been eating junk including enough chocolate to build my own chocolate house in the countryside. The downside to all this is that I have put on half a stone and I feel drastic action is required, so that’s another reason I decided to jump back on board and lose weight. Once I have got to where I need to be I know I need to show a bit more will power and keep the weight off , its so easy to say but because I live on my own and I have never had anyone to tell me what to do, I just basically do my own thing.
It’s the same with my trainer collection, when I was a kid the only way I got new trainers was if my toes were poking out the old ones of the soles had fallen off, luckily for me only the toes poking out one actually happened and I think I had to wait a week for new ones. Now as an adult I usually buy any trainers I want, so have loads of spanking trainers and I rotate them so I don’t make them dirty, and it looks as if I’m wearing new ones all the time..Well quite a lot of the time.
Its like when people say they give there kids the things they never had, my kids had mobiles at quite a young age, but they weren’t really about when I was a kid unless you class someone carrying around a car battery with a phone attached to it as mobile? You had to be a weight lifter to be able to drag it about and even then everybody else was on a home or work number. So what was the point of being the only fucker people can get hold of in between trips to work and then back home?
My first mobile phone was a Sony one dubbed “credit card” it was the same size as..You guessed it... a credit card, well the front was the same size bit it was a bit thicker and had a little bit the size of a short straw that flicked out when you wanted to make a call.
I remember going into curry’s or Dixons in Bayswater and being quite shocked when I passed the credit check, at 19 I had never had anything on credit before so wasn’t exactly sure what it was all about (like who was they going to ask if I was good for a bit of credit? My mum?? Lol) I walked out that shop like James bond with my tiny mobile phone, I can remember ringing people when I was on the bus and getting dirty looks like I was doing something wrong. After all mobiles were still pretty new to poor people. And yes I am saying I was poor too, I just had good credit with some idiot out there.
The phone didn’t even have a screen or a memory, I had to manually tap in any numbers I wanted to dial, and it taught me to memorise numbers. I can still remember the phone number to the phone box outside my aunt’s house in new cross (picture us ringing the phone box and asking whoever answered to knock on number 5 across the road..Haha.. Now that’s shocking to think we had to do that. It wouldn’t happen in this day and age). I had the phone just over a month because when the bill came in for over £700 I knew there and then that my bad credit history was about to start because I could not afford and even if I could, was not ever going to pay that sort of money for anything other than a life saving operation, and even that I would of had to borrow or steal the money. What I had not really taken into consideration was the fact that calls were 75p per minute and I wasn’t really used to having a phone so just cracked on chatting to people like I had free calls..
Another company I had the fortune to come across when I was a kid was Britannia music; they are the people responsible for the Brit awards (which I only watched yesterday, even though it was over a month ago. I thought peter Kay was a bit shit, he seemed to be doing the whole hosting thing looking uncomfortable and he was having some private jokes which seemed odd, but hey he’s famous and I’m not so what the fuck do I know). Basically Britannia music used to, well I say used to they probably still do sell music, but back in the day they had some club thing where they would advertise on the back on the Sunday magazines. They would show a selection of records and tapes (yes tapes it was that fucking long ago.. ) and u could pick 4 or 5 albums for £10 or something stupid like that, you would have to join the club though and agree to buy one or two albums a month from them. But here is the really stupid bit.. they would send you the albums before you sent any money, now I had loads off them over the years by just changing my name and picking different albums every time, never actually sending any money. I used to think and still do think they were idiots for sending me stuff and never getting paid for it. My taking the piss out of Britannia music didn’t end there nooo, because just around the corner from my mums house was the sorting office.
Now as kids me and my cousins all had BMX bikes, we would go on mad adventures from Lewisham to Stockwell as we all lived in different areas so knew our way about. So one day we went up the ramp inside the sorting office compound and we found where the drivers used to pick up there loads, and guess what was in the little green trolley filled with other peoples parcels, yes you guessed it.. Albums courtesy of Britannia music, I immediately recognized the packaging and nicked them all; this was the time when artists like Terence Trent Darby and Luther Vandross were selling loads of albums and if you had known me at the time I could have sold you a copy cheap as I had loads of copies of them. It did help me expand my record collection and my tastes in music, as I now had Bros, Pet shop boys, Rod Stuart and even Chris Rea, whom I ever remember as having one good tune called “Road to hell” but it was all free thanks to the idiots at Britannia music (I feel I should say this weeks blog is sponsored by them for some reason, but I wont, as they are idiots)
As a kid I guess it’s safe to say I was a thieving little cunt.
Anyways back to 2010 and Friday I was back behind the decks after what seems like ages, I did a 4 hour set in Boho’s in Dulwich and got to play a bit of everything which is my favourite kind of set as I can mix them all up together, and the set up and the people in there are quite nice, so was an absolute pleasure, they have asked me to let them know when I’m free to do another night, so will have to let you lot know as I know there as loads of you that have never heard me dj..Tut tut
Saturday I was DJ’ing for Louisa & Barry’s engagement party @ the Late Lounge, now I don’t want to embarrass anyone so I won’t say her name, but she did make me laugh. A lovely young lady (I know she’s reading this weeks blog, as she said she reads them weekly, well so she says), she came up to me and went “oh I know you, your Danny Blaze from facebook” and then went on to tell me I am a bit of a “face” on facebook which I found hilarious and a tiny bit embarrassing, but it was a nice sort of weird compliment, but also untrue. She did say the whole honesty thing was nice, and that’s exactly what I’m going for with these blogs, that’s why tour feedback is important, I have a friend called Terry who said he can’t read them because I shouldn’t really be saying loads of the stuff I do, but that’s just me, I can’t do anyone else.
The thing I dislike about doing parties is having to cater for so many different age groups, it really doesn’t matter what you play there is always someone who thinks the music’s shit, and they always love to tell me how much they think I should play a particular song or genre of music such as (RnB or in the case of Saturday I was told I should play Drum N Bass.. hum) its funny how many experts go to parties, and it always happens to poor little me..Well maybe not little.
Right I’m going to get back into bed because I am having a sponsored stay in bed all day and do fuck all to raise money for kids who don’t want to go to school, no I’m not really, I am just having a lazy day. This Saturday I am playing for Pure Temptation at kings cross scala and can drop tickets off any day this week if your one of the few people who doesn’t have a ticket yet, also these tickets for next weeks party EXPOSURE are going fast so in box me or text/ring me for yours, please don’t leave it to the day as you might not get one. Willy wonka style lol
In the words of Jerry Springer “until next time take care of yourself and each other” what’s he been doing? Haven’t seen him for ages.. Lol oh well
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