When you think you’ve booked a trip to Austria and arrive in Oslo’s Gardermoen Airport you know your trip has been planned by a man who hasn’t planned at all.
“You know we’re in Norway right?”
I threw my wife a patronising glance from over hunched shoulders pushing our luggage through arrivals.
“Ermmm, think I know where I booked Kris…” I replied.
She laughed and I looked over again.
“The pictures you showed me were of innsbruck Austria, this Gardermoen in Oslo”, she said.
I slow to a stop and shake my head, tutting in my “you’re about to look really - really silly way”. Now I should know my wife’s tones of conviction by now, she wasn’t giving me an opinion but a cold hard fact. I looked around the airport - then at the ticket - then at the flags dotted around then finally back at Kris.
“Shit - I could have sworn Oslo was in Austria?” I remarked.
So apparently I’m an actor now? (He says, his wife rolling her eyes behind him). No seriously, I just filmed two promo videos featuring none other than moi, for a collection of book I am close to releasing called ‘The Sweat’ which is a three part series following a Black British family doing all they can to survive a nationwide infection, rapidly desolating the British isles. ‘The Sweat’ strives to add something new to the survival genre, by being told mostly from the perspective of a Black female protagonist. The story, in part, seeks to explore how easily savagery, cannibalism, racism, bigotry and open sexual exploitation could manifest rapidly in a once civilised, first world nation, where social-judicial filters, guidance and deterrents cease to exist. There you have it, but don’t leave just yet,.. as I need your HELP! and support! I want to ensure all three books get the best start to their lives, so I’m asking for your support Via the crow-funder platform Kickstarter please hit the link below
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Watch my first Promo video below - featuring the wonderful
Horaios, keep up-to date with her on instagram @Miss_unique_individual
Jordan Peele takes another bite at the razor laden horror apple, with a series that hits the mark well enough to warrant further viewing. "Lovecraft Country" tells the story of a young Black man who travels across the segregated 1950s United States in search of his missing father, learning of dark secrets plaguing a town on which famous horror writer H. P. Lovecraft supposedly based the location of many of his fictional tales. The show picks no bones about showing how deeply disturbing 1950s America was in relation to race. The situations that our protagonists find themselves in leave you questioning whether the line between fiction and reality had been sexed-up for the screen, or if so called 'civilised folk' really did erect signs informing visitors that they were in a ‘sundown town’. which effectively meant 'Niggers' had to leave before the fire in the sky did,
RP: Guys who’s up for uh drink next week Saturday?
Shane: Which day bro?
Prince is typing….
Carl: [Inserts inspirational meme with the twinkling flowers]
Ricardo: Let me check my cazendar.
Prince: Why not. Where and what time?
RP is typing….
Shane: Do you mean this coming Saturday or next?
RP: This coming Saturday.
Shane: As in the 5th?
Jay: [Inserts smiling emoji with sunglasses on]
RP: Yeah the 5th.
RP: @Prince Thinking Westfield, Busabi?
Helen: I don’t like Chinese.
RP: @Jay is that a yes or a no?
Ricardo: Oh, you meant this Saturday.
Corey: Sounds good.
Carl: [Inserts inspirational meme about Jesus]
Prince: It’s Thai.
Jay: Is that the place we went to last time?
RP: Nah, that was Wagamama.
Helen: @Prince Whatever it is, I didn’t like it.
RP: @Helen are you on coming out at all? we can look at other places.
Helen: No, I can’t make it.
Prince: [Inserts Gif of Drew Scanlon the white guy blinking]
AK-47 or White widow? Shane asked, grinning as he pointed at a menu as if either one of us had any business dabbling in strong marijuana. We could barely handle cigarettes, let alone smoke anyone of those strains of weed, that sounded more at home on an MI5 terrorist watch list than in rolling papers. We eventually requested the weakest space cake they had and left to to take in the rest of De Wallen.
Eight of us were in Holland for the Rotterdam carnival and as part of our package, we had a day trip to Amsterdam scheduled in, and my-O-my was it going to be a trip (pardon the pun) that none of us will ever forget. Getting high didn’t appeal to Missy, Prince and Helen, so we (Shane, Ricardo, Carl, Jay and I), decided to split our group in two and meet back at the coach at the end of the day.
Now let it be known De Wallen (where the red light district is situated) is a small enclave of Amsterdam and is most probably one of craziest sections of any city world wide. With women in windows and weed, the word ‘liberal’ doesn’t do it justice at all. If De Wallen were a bike rolling down a hill, it’d be brake-less, without a seat, stabilisers, or wheels - just uh rickety old frame trundling at full speed into those fiendish red lights below.
Anywho, we had a good laugh throughout the day, and were on the way back to the coach. Jay and I were deliberating on how the “weak space cake” was a little too weak. Unsatisfied, we happened upon, and decided to stop off at the most stereotypical edible peddlers I had seen there. So there’s five of us squeezed-up in this weed takeaway shop, plastic inflatable palm trees everywhere, reggae beating over the speakers. The guys behind the counter wore red, gold and green string vests, and had locs. In true British fashion I began small talk. I assumed they were Jamaican, and with me being of Jamaican heritage, I asked where in Jamaica they were from. They both answered ‘Barbados’. ‘Oh’ I replied - Now here’s where Carl swears I had doomed our expedition, fore I, for some stupid reason went on to say… “So you guys aren’t real Rastas then?” Carl reckons on account of my faux pas, the brother going to get our muffins from the cabinet stopped in his tracks, and looked back at me in complete disdain, before selecting a completely different batch of space muffin to those requested. Anyway, we paid and left. Carl, Shane and Ricardo had walked up ahead, opened their muffins, and ate them whole.
"Oh thank God, at least he's light skin."
And with that I had been whisked into the wonderful world of colourism; and what an ugly world it's turned out to be. Let's delve deeper, but before I take you forward, one must take you back.
I was brought up in a household with a dark skinned African-Caribbean mother, and was thankfully blessed with many of the elders around me being inadvertently African centred. At no point were my brother or I taught that the lighter pigment of our skin meant we’d be favoured within our community, or in the world at large. I only began to consider my hue as being perceived as a higher social currency when I began socialising as a teenager, outside the confines of my family. The main colourism pedlars around me were almost always highly melanated male and females who'd say things such as, 'You’re light skin, I bet you get nuff girls'. Or as I got older, 'I want to have your babies so they can have light skin and light eyes’ or 'You're uh sweet bwoy'. Even in adolescence and in the absence of a name for, or knowledge of shadeism, I felt deeply uncomfortable with having bits of my self, be it skin or eye colour idolised and placed on a pedestal. After a while it began to seriously jar me, and I began to feel marginalised, like a subsidiary of black, and found it difficult to deal with what was beginning to rival the reality my family had diligently built for me. It quickly become clear that there were major differences in mindset that I had not been made privy to at home, and I slowly started to recognise that there appeared to be a hierarchy of beauty within us.
The year is 2006, and I'm sat at home watching some of the most shoddy, amateur music videos you could ever imagine, the majority looked as if they'd been filmed on an old shoe, with headphones for recording sound. Without a smidgen of care for quality control, Channel U boldly showcased video after video from aspiring artists, giving for the majority, disenfranchised young men and the occasional women a platform to display visuals to their music, all whilst pointing fire-armed-fingers at our screens, rhyming about love interests, money, general debauchery and a whole load of haters. Ashamedly we loved and lapped it up, because people that looked like us, and sounded the same, were now on our screens and in our homes 24/7.
We all got excited when Leon from the endz had got his video up, in his over-sized Nike tracksuit, surrounded by fifty guys making mean faces whilst hanging out of cars way above their current earning potential. No one ever thought it was really going anywhere, like when I tell people I’m an author and they reply with "Really? Good for you mate".
I remember going to friends houses and we'd turn Channel U on for a laugh, but as the years progressed, as did the talent and in 2006 one such talent appeared on my radar and has yet to leave. I saw the video for his track 'Punctuation' first & ' Ina Da Ghetto' and realised that Grime was beginning to take itself seriously, filtering out of the talent-less, waning and weak, leaving those competent and capable of carrying a scene so brittle in its infancy (its odds for real establishment at the time looked bleak), it needed the kings among them to ride out for its survival, a call with which was answered. Arise King Wretch 32.
Decided i'd drag my ass into this century and have a trailer made for my book. BIG props to our actress Olivia Murray - 100% pure unrefined talent. Enjoy, share, comment.
Went to Belgium
Ate waffles, drank beer, saw a famous naked child statue (holding his private parts), which the people of Brussels saw fit to print on mugs, T-shirts, pens, pants and God knows what ever else. Why? Met some Americans from Kentucky (they were cool). Went for a Sunday morning walk only to discover a strip of road riddled with ladies of the night, and was like…what the H.E. double- hockey- sticks! Left swiftly without incident! Ate more waffles, saw some Japanese tourists (they were cool), ate some chocolate and returned home to London.
Bought a guitar
Became obsessed with Ed Sheeran's song 'I See Fire'. Felt the urge and extreme, overwhelming need to be able to play said song. So I researched good (cheap) beginner's guitars and purchased a cherry-red Martin Smith from Argos (£50). Really, really nice. I've learnt to play Chords D,A and E…Cool I know!
Read the book 'Needful things'
Finally read 'Needful things'… Wow!!! Starts a little slow, but god-damn that guy can write. Check it out!
Wrote 25,000 words of my new novel
One quarter in to my new novel and it's flowing beautifully. A horror set on a holiday resort, it should be out later this year. Join my mailing list or follow/ friend me on social media to stay up to date.
Watched the 4th season of 'The Walking Dead'
Hhhhmmmm…Your thoughts below.
Started running again
I always begin my day with writing for two hours before work (from 3am) then running at least five miles. I've had to put the latter on hold due to injury, and a strain of resilient, nuclear, ninja-flu, which both lasted an inconceivable two months, ruling out running all-together. But I'm back and loving it!
Got paperback copies of 'Lilif' made
Just had paperback copies of the most exciting and extraordinary supernatural thriller the world has ever seen! Available from Amazon, check it out here>>>HERE