Wow – What a weekend. Over here in the UK we have a public holiday at the end of August, basically because it guarantees everyone at least one weekend of sun (and even then the odds aren’t that good). Those with any sense head over to West London for the country’s original street party. Notting Hill Carnival always takes place around the end of this month and runs on the Sunday and Monday – so everyone can get extra lit without having to go worry about work.
All round, it’s a much safer affair now than when I used to go back in the 90′s – Definitely less pepper spray (good) but no more Tim Westwood/Radio 1 stage (bad). Less likelihood of getting robbed for your kicks (good) but more police on foot, on horse and in helicopter (bad).
I spent most of the day posted up at This Jeneration on Powis Terrace with Greasy P aka Merkin and Jimmy. They went to check out some Roots and Culture while I was bogelling to Red Rat. I even managed to find random friends in the crowd while wandering (What’s Really Good, Joey and Jen Compound?!) which takes some doing as all the cell service providers usually buckle under the sheer weight of calls on those days.
This year I could have tapped out after one day, but went for both. 9th Wonder at The Westbury was postponed due to issues beyond anyone’s control – No interview, but that’s the breaks – but I went with my boys Grudge and General Omar anyway. We ended up meeting a gang of very cool ladies from Amsterdam who were on their annual visit to London and kicked it with them on the second day at the Flavour Magazine Stage, where my boy Artcha was performing (“A!”). Mighty fun was had by all. And it didn’t even rain…
A few photos for your perusal: