Yesterday, the guy who runs the Internet caff where I have become a regular introduced me to Jay, The Only Black Man In Hove. The proprietor thought that I should meet him because Jay makes his living writing and remixing pop. Coming from Hove though, “Jay” turns out to be short for “Justin St Clair Thomas” and he used to work for Microsoft. We chatted and exchanged mobile numbers and MP3s. Damian Counsell, formerly of the Medical Research Council, and Justin St Clair Thomas, formerly of Microsoft; we’s like the Brighton & Hove massive, innit?
11Nov05 — 7
After all the effort I’ve put into making Hove sound like the hipper and more cosmopolitan sista of Brighton, you’re making us sound like coffin-dodging, powder-wearing Eastbourne. No wonder the kids leave town for the bright lights of Burgess Hill on Friday nights…
So where would you put yourselves in the Peek Freen biscuits selection? Obviously not Bourbons.
I’m a wholemeal digestive, acquiring a milk chocolate coating in the summer months. Justin looks like an all-year-round plain choc to me. Word.
You need a good moisturiser, in that case
THE WORD NIGGER OFFENDS ME!
You could stop using it.
[…] I mean, WTF? Unless you buy a whole year’s non-evening, non-weekend subscription up front for cash this is not a cheap place to shed non-financial pounds. Every vehicle outside that building cost more than I’ll earn this year and, from what I’ve overheard of their gossip, even the staff are raking it in from their private work. And who wants to put their feet in someone else’s whiffy sports shoes? In case you haven’t been following, people, I ain’t living in the ghetto. What a weird world. […]