.p i n k-h a i r ed b oy

The South London night feels cool and grey as the queue sprawls from Brixton venue Plan B and around the corner of a local charity shop that has cheap vinyls in the window. I consider returning in the daytime for one of them, a red record by The Plastiscines, but scratch the thought. The wait goes on, and eventually we're let in the warehouse-styled club that looks like it lives and breathes electronic music. It fills up gradually and ends up so crowded it's difficult to dance at the front.

I haven't been feeling so well so I haven't had much to upload here but I'm slowly but surely sorting everything out and trying to gain some more energy for creative projects as well. I also have a few I should just upload on the site, although they've been up elsewhere all this time.