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You’ve got the single (currently still 59p on iTunes). The remix EP is on its way. And now from 3rd June you’ll be able to buy REMEDY – the OFFICIAL PROFESSOR GREEN BEER TOO!

Pre-order your crate here: http://signaturebrew.co.uk/shop/professor-green/ 18+ only, see here for T&Cs: http://signaturebrew.co.uk/tcs/

Watch the making of video, featuring some Team Green beer tasting + Pro’s trip to the Signature Brew brewery, here…

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True story…

Keep your eyes on VEVO for video footage from Pro’s #GoShow on Carnaby Street earlier today, coming soon. If you got any photos of the busk on Instagram get them featured on Instagreen by tagging them #professorgreen.

To get ‘Remedy’ for 59p on iTunes click here.

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Love the video for ‘Remedy’? Want to own it yourself? Well good news: The full length official video is now available on iTunes – head this way to download it now and play it wherever.

Get ‘Remedy’ for 59p on iTunes for a limited time – click here to go to the iTunes Store.

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Pro stops by the BBC Breakfast studios to catch up with ‘Remedy’ video star Bill Turnbull, discuss being personally asked by Ian Brown to support the Stone Roses and reveal details about an event he’s taking part in with Labrinth, Orchestra in the Field.

Get ‘Remedy’ for 59p from iTunes now.

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For a limited time only you can get Professor Green’s new single ‘Remedy’ for just 59p on iTunes. Click here to download it now.

The remix EP will be released on 3rd June – find out more here.

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Brand new website just launched featuring exclusive behind the scenes content from the Remedy video – come and take a look www.thatsicklife.com. Share all that is sick with Professor Green and Team Green by including #sicklife in your Tweets.

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Last weekend we took a few hours out of a busy tour schedule to head to rainy Stoke on Trent. There we stopped off at the Titanic Brewery to meet the men making our beer.

Yes, that’s right, we are making Remedy. All those posts on Youtube saying ‘You stupid idiots, it’s a song off his album, this is an April Fool’s joke’ well yes you were right, but in a post-modern-let’s flip the script type way, the joke was on you, because however frivolous it may seem we have decided to make a beer called Remedy. All being well, we will all be drinking it at the beginning of June.

We toured the brewery, supped the brews and Stephen gave the team some final pointers on how his beer should taste, fizz and even smell. It was a proper Del Monte moment, as Lewis, Ged, Simon and myself had spent an arduous three hours designing the beer a fortnight earlier. When it came to the crunch, we weren’t sure the man from DM would like the direction we’d taken… but thankfully after much umming and ah-ing…. everyone was happy.

Thanks to all the guys at Titanic for opening up on a Sunday. Personally I cannot wait to see and taste the final product…

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Featuring the Wilkinson, ILS and Huxley’s Dub remix, preview and pre-order the ‘Remedy’ EP now on iTunes. Out 3rd June.

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So the next day I awoke to 10 missed calls, a missing comb and a lot of empty beer bottles.

As I lay in bed, running through my body’s damage-control /system-check I realised I was dealing with a hangover out of Kingsley Amis’ Lucky Jim. If you haven’t read it, you should…. he gets hangovers better than I ever could:

He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not so much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he’d somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.

Yeah that’s how I felt.

I had an hour to find cameras and catch a train to Leeds. So much for a quiet morning in the laundrette, oh no, instead I was hastily packing a bag of dirty clothes for 10 days on the road. Classy.

I walked into the dressing room in Leeds to see this beauty. Fish Lips aka Charlotte DeCarle. It seems that Puma have made us a load of Team Green tracksuits based on Stephen’s motivational mantra ‘Don’t be SHIT’.

Everyone was on good form, it seemed I hadn’t missed any dramas; a relatively healthy tour with the highlight being the level the band had hit with the shows. A step up from anything done before – their own sound system, desk, lighting, smoke machines, caged lions and a drumkit that levitates into the rafters. Ok, those last two aren’t working yet but the rest is fully functioning. And most importantly we have catering, so we don’t spend any money, we get fat but we’re happy as hell. All those stories you read about Status Quo and Meatloaf getting bloated from all their cocaine tours – it’s bullshit, they had Popcorn catering. Plain and simple.

We’ve also got this badboy on tour. The new tank from Mercedes. Just look how big it is compared to a normal E-Class. I drove it back from Wolverhampton last night and it was comfier than my flat – huge leather seats, cruise control, the works.

Anyway, back to Leeds. A great show deserved a little celebration. When Cores brings out the Baileys you know it’s tequila time. What I mean is – that’s when Cores is going H.A.M.

When I.Q. goes H.A.M. things turn out a little different.

Young love interrupted by the call of nature. Who said romance is dead?

Then onto the bus, into the bunk and asleep as we made our way to Blackpool. My god what a strange city that is.

I woke up feeling like a skinny Ray Winstone.

And before anyone comments on the number of mirror pictures that I put up on here, I’ll say this: Don’t. Touring is a very strange, lonely experience that you can’t understand until you’ve done it. Sometimes you’re in a bathroom, you catch sight of yourself in a mirror and you realise you haven’t had the chance to stop for 24 hours. You’ve been living in everyone else’s pockets, a tiny cog in a big machine, capturing everything in front of your eyes while ignoring everything else going on behind those eyes. When you’re putting on a show for 4 thousand people a night, there isn’t room for fuck ups, or bad days.

And you know what, sometimes even in that moment of solitude you can’t forget why you’re here. A mundane paper roll holder looks back at you and reminds you: DON’T BE SHIT.

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