11th November - Big Boi Brixton Brunch
I'm bubbling with a buoyant mood of bouncy unbridled bappiness. Because this Weekend, I'm buzzing to announce the debut of the Big Boi Brixton Brunch. Beautiful. For years, I've seen groups of girls, and now even mixed sex groups, attending these tipsy brunches where they go and get rat arsed by 2pm, and then stagger home and attack their boyfriend's genitals like hungry sex-starved Wolves. I'm not speaking from personal experience, I've just seen humorous TikToks on it. I've looked on, scornfully, at the 'boomerangs' and Insta-pics, knowing the craze was too feminine for the my emotionally stunted besties to ever indulge in.
One is a tough Northerner, with suspected bowel cancer (the amount/regularity with with he shits, simply isn't normal), the other is a deadpan Welshman from the Valleys. Selling this concept to them has been tough, but after wearing them down over the course of a year or two, we've finally got there, to this magical moment where we'll drink, eat, drink, drink, be merry, drink, inevitably talk about how the EDM scene peaked when Axwell and Sebastian Ingrosso became a short-lived duo act, drink, and then say we'll see eachother soon but probs leave it about another 6 months.
Of course, there is no finer venue to this spectacle than Turtle Bay, and though we initially contemplated my old stomping years of Ealing, it was Fudgie who declared Brixton as 'vibey' (if you consider having bouncers in the doorway of KFC as 'a vibe'), and so, we're going South of the River, gov'nor. That's all from me today, I'm in desperate need of a sharp skin fade and beard trim, and I still need to pack my suitcase for Dubai. Oh, and tomorrow is my annual trip to the Birmingham Christmas Market, where I hope to once again, consume a giant sausage (steady!). But for now, all eyes...
... Are on the Big Boi Brixton Brunch!




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