This Week… Breakfast, Existential Doubt and Swans

 
Commentary

"The species will continue, whatever apocalypse we manage to unleash. It just won't be much fun to live through." – Naomi Alderman

"The planet is a vast and beautiful place, full of exciting and wonderful people." – Ashlan Gorse Cousteau

"I became a beach bum." – George Best

It's been a funny old time as of late, uncertainty looms and nobody quite knows whether we are coming or going. It's also still at a really rubbish point weather wise, it's still winter but bloody roasting all the time. I am sweaty yet it is rainy and the sky is grey despite being 100000000°. It sucks. 

Anyway, moving on. 

It would be wrong to not reflect on the passing of a legend this week. Keith Flint was one of the first people who enticed me into dance music, his clown like posture dancing amidst the underbelly of the underground with mad disarray. I remember watching an advert for 'Their Law' on the television in my Gran's house as a child and being overwhelmed by the chaotic, monstrous noise alongside the flickering black and white visuals for 'Firestarter' which would go on to define a generation of rave. I saw The Prodigy live on a number of occasions, nothing came close to the riotous energy and the unrivalled exuberance of their dark, punkish rave. 

Keith Flint will be hugely missed. R.I.P.

Elsewhere, other 'legends' have become the talk of the town. A certain Michael Jackson is about to be shut the fuck down and rightly so…  

Q: How do you know when it’s Michael Jacksons bed time?
A: When the big hand touches the little hand.. 

No more really needs to be said, it's all horrible. 

Manchester United won the football this week and these lads got right, slap bang on it. Fair play. 

However, this wasn't in fact the defining moment of the week… The week was championed by a small time man with a big, big dream. A hero amidst our ranks with a truly brilliant idea which may define a generation.

Airports are stressful enough without trying to rush down a fry up before a flight. Acid reflux and heartburn is the risk, a wasted breakfast another and a likely outcome. This however, was not a problem for Nathan as the BBC describes…

"Nathan, 30, was flying from London to Rome with his girlfriend and her family and, after buying a meal at a pub in the terminal, found himself pouring the whole lot into a clear plastic security bag, in order to carry on eating on the move."

In the online world of social media there were also some hidden gems…

Staff writer and firm friend Joe Europe discovered the perfect name for his next ambient album…

Resident Advisor covered the stories which matter…

Everyone's favourite rockstar crossed the line… 'You're not hardcore, unless you live hardcore' 

Not as hardcore as these guys though…

Elsewhere Swan's ran rampant on the streets…

In Glasgow and Galway….

Dance music memes are back, again…

And one creature has learnt a way to manage the day to day shit of life better than us all…

Anyway, back to reality for us…..

Goodbye xoxo