birds.

word up..last night we got in as many last games of table tennis as we could muster before the sun went down on the final day of the making of this album. It was a sad moment but will shortly be replaced by the sun rise of day21, the birds of brixton are getting rowdy (04.47am) poor gra needs to be ready to blow up balloons for his sister-in-laws wedding back in Reading 5 hours time (10am) he shall look fresh indeed. james and jess are sleeping in various studios and here i am yet again representing..stepping up to the plate..putting it all on the line..being the real deal, peace off-safety in numbers. x