The delay in london recap can only be attributed to school and rapper associated procrastination. With that being said who’s holding…a definitive write up on his experiences during a visit to see his dear old mum? This guy.

December 2009, I land in Heathrow Airport 6 am on a Tuesday morning. Its snowing and oh yeah i see my mom for the first time in about year. Now obviously i say that with obvious sarcasm but it was really great to see Mom’s. She looked well very british. I don’t know what the phrase very british means but my mom loves it. Anyways we get into a taxi and one thing i noticed from that taxi drive is that I Never want to drive in London. NEVER… $h*t IS INTREPID GAWD!!!
My mom stayed in Uxbridge (she recently just moved to East London), which is far West London. It was nice area, real quiet neighborhood where she stayed…When jet lag decided i was no longer its b*tch, I ventured walked around the hood my Mumma called home. She lived about a 20 minute walk from her job, along with lil shops a mall and restaurants. What was amazing was the beautiful women attached to the beautiful accents. All the women there sounded like radio DJ’s the ones that do like experimental music on like sunday with names like the after hours or after glow. The latter was an actual show on MSU college radio, which would have even been more cool if She’d introduced the newest Portishead track with an english accent. Thats not to say that show wasnt the bees knees becuase it was and a bag of chips. Anyways as far as women in London, Im definitely FEELING IT. I mean admittedly there were times where i would be eying a girl from behind. She turn around and be in the MILF age bracket. All the young women and the oldie but goodies for the most part dress very sophisticated, kinda sex city with more sex than city. Of course you had some of the hipster chic females too looking right for which i was not mad at all. Now that I have gotten that out the way back to my time in London.
So I figured i would try my hand at experiencing some nightlife. I get myself fresh you know, rocking a peacoat some jeans some new trainers and a scarf. I’m trying to win Nah Mean. The first spot i went to wouldn’t let me in because of my nikes. It was cool though because now that i look back that place reminded me of my lighting gig. I could feel the stench of overpriced booze and horrible music permeating in the air. So I continue walking and run into two young cats. I feel horrible for forgetting their names but they recommended me go check out this spot a lil down the road So i go to this bar. This bar was the most underage fake id havinest club i ever been too. I felt old almost like that cat who graduated out of high school but still hangs out at high school old. Yikes.
I saw a couple of people who were around my age or more and i gotta imagine they felt the same way. Maybe so, Maybe no….

SelfSays Self Says what Heathrow Airport, London, Uxbridge