'Leo' Babar and the 40 000 models

i nearly ran out of hip hop last night.

that would have been embarassing!!

well, not quite, but i was keeping it hard and cool so i was ignoring the usual flo-rida and black eyed peas choons and erring on the side of biggie, tupac, dead prez and rick ross.

i got told to play a big spender a song - he asked for dead prez but turned down hip hop, hell yeah and walk like a warrior...didn't really know what else to suggest after that - feel free to send me any further suggestions because my playlist is clearly lacking there haha.

there were approximately 73 000 girls in the venue and 15 guys, 5 of which were either Leonardo Di Caprio or one of his entourage who cunningly were all wearing the same outfit as to fool the hoardes of girls after Leo's love.

sometimes nights are just magic, and have all the right components - this was one of them.

i didn't get asked to play house

i did get asked to play techno (which i laughed at)

i didn't play any lady gaga

i did play Pitbull but not the new over played one, a cool old one.

i did play dmx then think about how cruel he was to his doggies that time.

i did play the same Dead Prez song twice, but that's just cos i can.

i did notice that even though i'm not a fan of 50 cent the rest of the world seems to want to suck his cock, and so have conceded that 'i just don't get it'.

i did play ODB then have a mini sad moment for him RIP

i thought about playing Gasolina but couldn't quite bring myself to go down that route.

i did nervously play gang - starr and then was pleasantly surprised that everyone danced.

i did smile that i used boom boom pow as my swop over song to the main room dj complete in the knowledge that it would be cut half way through and rudely spliced with some hed kandi style house track - which it was.

i also want to announce an exclusive.  i can officially say that i saw harry potter in there last night - he was going by the name of alex and had a german accent. but i saw him.  i saw the scar and i swear at one point he was hovering above the crowd on a broomstick, but that could just be someone spiking my Fiji water.

tonight i sleep and watch pointless tv.

i'm back out tomorrow though for my favourite night of the week - my dirty ny style house party at whisky mist. i'm toying with names - ghetto bitch being too obvious ;)

come down and feed me peanut m+m's through the dj boof window.