We don't play when it's time to slay.

Tonight was the night of the Writers Block video premiere... We arrived downstairs at Slam around 6:45 and bustled for a view of the video, some of us with more success than others! I only ever saw 1/3 of the TV at the best of times, just another reason to cop the DVD when it drops though... (£5 at all good skate stores)... Kind of flopped in the picture taking sense, as Slam was just rammed...

After there we made our way gingerly over to Holborn, for someone's house warming fesitvities... I shall refrain from the dropping of names, since apparently blog fame isn't good fame, it's just one of those 'if you know you know' things... A couple of the usual faces were present and correct... We lost contact with Mr. Buck half way through the night, speculation as to his where-abouts are still on-going..

Tronics, characteristically playing the wall, or the door.

Jack - 'getting the gay out'. He has two modes; sober or lairry - tonight we were treated to the latter.. You know it's just lyrics big guy.

A*A**E*A trying to bellitle Marcus

My man told her the time two times.

Alone and afraid... The true party was on the stairs. Flavour of the night was... ah, I can't even snitch.

One of the Power Rangers made a shock cameo with a pack of Sweet Chilli sensations.

Agg showing off his new boxers!?

Cheers to the hostest with the mostest **OE*E!! It was a well organised ordeal, with controlled individuals... unless it switched after our departure!? A good time was had by all.

More soon.