I should be used to this, I’ve been here before. I like many people have had my fair share of fights and, common with most things in life, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. I’ve had the shit kicked out of me before, pretty badly once but nothing I didn’t forget about after a few days.

On Monday I got pretty much battered by about 10-15 people who disagreed with my comments made regarding one of them trying to trip me up, basically, like anyone would seeing one person and not noticing his massive crew of mates, I told him to fuck off. As I walk away it becomes clear I’m being sprinted at by said 10-15 people, I ran about 300m outgunning them all the first time around, I’m still pretty fast evidently. After losing them I walked home a stupidly similar route and once again the chase was on, well, I say chase, after running my heart out for the best part of a whole athletics track my legs were shot and I was easily slow enough to take a punch to the back of the head and go down hard on the floor. As much as they tried, none of them managed to knock me out, there were no punches, just hard kicks to the head.

The aftermath? One cracked rib, a scarred up hand a nice collection of bruises and a disenchantment with my home town. I love London more than any place in the world, if you have a creative ounce in your body this place is a kingdom, home to some of the greatest music, art and places to go in the world. In all honesty, I don’t think I could live anywhere else in the UK other than this city, it’s my home, the place I know and the place I see myself becoming successful in whatever way that works out. Lately though, I don’t know if it’s the winter months or just a downturn in the kindness of strangers, this place has just been 13 shades of grey. What happened the other day was just the icing on the cake, 2011 has not been a great year so far to say the least. I sincerely hope things improve, a good gig usually starts things off that way, but if they don’t, well, I hear good things about LA.