Works every time!
Timothée Chalamet, a monk and an after party.
Pull up to Masons yard.
Hop out Uber.
On your right you pass The White Cube and think
Cor, London really does have it all, doesn’t it?
Carry on straight for 1.5 minutes and reach your destination.
Fat White Family is a band like no other.
With album “Serfs Up” about to drop, I set out to secure an interview.
I slid into Lead Singer’s DMs and hopes were raised when I got a swift response. But as the days went by, it was clear I was being ghosted.
Domino Records must have them flat out with promo, but give me a break!
If only there was a way to speak face to face …
Then I saw an event online:
Fat White Family, confirmed, were playing.
Here’s what happened on the night.
This year was a pretty uneventful year in terms of men, which was great.
It meant that for the most part, I wasn’t complaining to my friends and constantly checking my phone for messages.
I did go on a date with a guy who was cute in a dishevelled way, who I had had a horrible crush on for three years.
1.PM Wake up.
Wake up and find empty Jack Daniels bottles and baggies of coke sprinkled around your room. Fuck. You look longingly at your Bob Marley poster, next to the Eton Leavers photo Mummy left in your room and wish you were black. #jahbless. The ‘help’ (Philipina nanny) shouts it’s time for breakfast. You’re horrified that the bread isn’t gluten free so settle instead on a kale juice with a shot of whisky because you are in a band after all. Whilst getting wavy on this Petit Dejeuner you flick through ‘Just Kids’ by Patti Smith and think ‘Damn, I look like a young Maplethorpe.’