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Posted April 25, 2012

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AYI Tour So Far – Ireland and onwards….

Posted April 24, 2012

‘I missed the bus, I missed the bus, I missed the bus’ So sang Chris “Mac Daddy” Kelly & Chris “Daddy Mac” Smith aka Kris Kross back in those early nineties when it was de rigeur to sport oversize jeans back to front. Steez.

Anyhow I too missed the bus. Too much to be done in London and I’ve not even finished editing the last UK tour so I don’t really deserve to go gallivanting across Ireland with the rest of Team Green do I?

In my place, a good chap by the name of Boyce. Now those of you who know Boyce, know he’s a man of few words, so I shall let his pictures do the talking. Rather too good in my opinion….

 

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Teenage Cancer Trust at the Royal Albert Hall…

Posted April 4, 2012

On Sunday I came back to London after one of those mini-breaks where everything seems to be going against you, so much so, that eventually you just give in, curl up in a ball and resign yourself that God wants to give you a beating for some reason. Woe is me etc.

So it actually felt pretty great to be back, to see London and this lot who were performing at the Royal Albert Hall for the Teenage Cancer Trust series of gigs….

The Albert Hall is one of England’s greatest venues, there’s just so much history to it that you can’t help beaming with patriotism when you walk through the doors. If you ever get the chance to go, just do it, even if it’s an event that bores you, you sit there and the majesty of the place is enough…

If I remember rightly these flying saucers were installed to help bounce sound back down out of the cavernous eaves…

PG was there to perform alongside Jessie J so it all felt like one big reunion after the Australia tour. Good vibes all round.


Speaking of which there was a bit of unfinished business from Australia regarding a certain prank that Miss JJ had pulled on Stephen. Turns out she’d hired a load of animal suits in Adelaide and so there was a stage invasion of zoo animals during Jungle…

So the long and short of it is that during Do It Like A Dude, possibly Jessie’s biggest tune and the climax of her show, we ran on stage dressed like her, with her wigs as well. A very strange and hopefully very funny end to a great evening, that raised a lot of money for a hugely important cause…

It was your idea buddy….

Anyway I’m sure there’s videos of the ensuing carnage on the internet somewhere but I definitely don’t need to see them.

The things we do for the fandem….. after that we needed a drink to steady the nerves…

Once again, I’m pretty sure this was your idea buddy….

Then we went our separate ways, some went home, some didn’t. I ended up back mine with Q and Lewis drinking the UK’s finest new beer…

 

 

 

 

MELBOURNE Part One….

Posted March 11, 2012

Disclaimer: the views expressed here in this blog post are not those of Stephen Manderson or his record label. Before anyone else gets in touch to complain can I just say that this is simply how things looked from where I was standing.

Melbourne got messy. I’m not sure why but I’m blaming old friends, jetlag and Canon. This is the XF105, the baby brother of the 305 that we used to make Professor Green Unseen.

Now these aren’t cheap but we decided we needed one for this trip to Australia. So, despite the fact that Stephen and I have probably spent well over 10 grand on Canon products over the last 3 years, we decided to buy this little puppy for a not-insignificant 3 grand. And then 3 days into this trip it gave up the ghost.

Obviously I’ve brought a spare camera with me and technically it’s not my fault that the camera died, but I’m conscious of the fact that a lot of money has been spent on flying me out here to film TV broadcast quality content and, without this camera, I’m essentially wasting everyone’s time. Thank god for customer care and a good warranty, Canon will appreciate our commitment to their brand, they’ll remember that Stephen told the readers of The Sun that the Canon 5D was essential festival equipment, they’ll take pity on my predicament and impending nervous breakdown; they’ll bring me a new camera to exchange for the 4 day-old, 3 thousand pound camera that doesn’t work.


Or maybe they won’t? Maybe they’ll not reply to tweets, send generic responses to every email and conclude that Canon Australia is a separate entity to Canon UK and my warranty doesn’t cover me abroad. Think ‘canoe’, ‘without paddle’ and a polite ‘fuck’ and ‘off’. So, I won’t bore you further, but I think it’s safe to say that Canon’s international warranty basically translates to ‘hey guys, please buy our cameras but whatever you do don’t you dare contemplate taking them on holiday….’

So back to Melbourne. Night number one was spent catching up with old friends and drowning camera-related sorrows. This is my buddy Nick, Biggest Lew’s partner in BurgerGang related crime.

First stop – a Korean chicken joint that served beer, chicken and cheesy corn. Two out of three aint bad.

Next we headed to a Japanese divebar to drink whiskey and gold-infused Sake.

You had to choose which cup to drink it out of, which is a pretty nice idea, unless it reminds you of the cup scene in Indiana Jones and the Holy Grail.

Happily no-one’s face melted off, I don’t think we won the gift of eternal youth but we did get drunk.

After dinner and drinks we wanted dancing but nowhere was open so we headed back to the hotel for a night-cap. And this is when things went wrong. Whereas back in Blighty a good hotel will keep its bar open all night long, here in Australia they’re shut by 11 o’clock. Now I was loathe to crack open the mini-bar because I’m a bit tight like that, so when the receptionist suggested we could get a beer in the local casino, that seemed like the cheapest, most sensible course of action.

Now I’m no James Bond, but I’ve done a bit of gambling in my time and the rule of thumb seems to be: drinking and gambling equals losing. So that’s what we did. The first half-hour was great fun, we were losing but nothing considerable. Once we were out of chips we decided we’d win our money back by putting all of our cash on red. Two minutes later I was at the cashpoint withdrawing enough money to get on the poker tables and rectify our run of bad luck. By this point it wasn’t fun anymore, I folded my way out of chips while Nick sat there watching our hopes for a pleasant end to the evening die slowly.

I love this picture of Nick because he looks like such a loser.

And that’s what we were: losers, limping home, with that steely glare that says ‘let’s change the subject, get the fuck out of here and never speak of tonight ever again.’

But to add insult to injury they’ve stuck this guy’s face just outside the casino. He’s not a gambler; look – he’s married, happy and so successful he doesn’t even have to wear a tie. I could have cried.

So we wandered home in silence and went to sleep, promising to learn from our mistakes, to get back on the straight and narrow and fall into line for a little while. Oh if only we’d known what was to come…Unfortunately I’m too tired to continue so you’ll have to wait for part two or Friday’s edition of The Sun for that story.

What did we learn? Well, that gambling and drinking are dangerous companions and that ultimately when making large purchases we should always choose a brand we trust, one that we hope values us as much as we value their products. The end.

Rufus


 

 

 

 

 

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Elle Style Awards

Posted February 14, 2012

Last night I accompanied Stephen and his press-agent Phoebe to the Elle Style Awards. It was at the Savoy Hotel so a suitably flash affair…and not something I can say I’m that used to.

First up, there was the journey to the red carpet which seemed to take forever and then culminated in 5 seconds of the paparazzi screaming at Stephen while I virtually crawled into the hotel to stay out of shot. We were then pushed through several ante-rooms where again the indoor paps bawled at us like army sergeants, and then the important people lined up to fire off 3 minute interviews on their favorite dresses and which colours are hot right now.

If you’re not one of these important people, then you have to stick to their side to remain untouchable or risk the disdain and elbows of the organisers who, to be fair, are just doing their best to run a celebrity conveyor belt. You can kind of see the look of bewilderment in my eyes at this point. A sort of WTF am I doing here and how do I get out.

At this stage I should say that everyone I spoke to said this was one of the of easiest and most stress-free events of the year so I’m not complaining but it does give one a bit of insight into what people get put through on the red carpet. Sure they get a free dinner, but they get beaten up first.

Our table was pretty sweet: more music than fashion really. The three of us, plus Emeli and her crew, Dizzee and his. A very fine dinner followed by an award ceremony hosted by Alexa Chung. Not too long at least and some good laughs especially from Dizzee and then Cuba Gooding Junior who seemed to have been drinking ever since the BAFTAs and proceeded to ask the audience ‘What the fuck you laughing at?!?’. I’d say everyone in that room knew at that point that wherever CBJr was partying later, that was the place to be.

After all this excitement there was an after party downstairs, with DJs, more beautiful people and a live set from Emeli and Stephen. Backstage:

New chain alert:

I’ve got to say, this wasn’t the usual venue or crowd of punters, maybe they were a bit older and more reserved than the Barrowlands regulars but everyone was up for it….

Off-stage a couple of drinks and then off to be photographed again, but this time, a lot more relaxed than the bunfight earlier.

Then some more drinks and the introductions were made, X met Y and it got dark and I wasn’t meant to have a camera there in the first place so it seemed easier to just give in to the chilli martinis and the beautiful surroundings of one of London’s most famous hotels.

To be fair, I did start the night like a rabbit dumbstruck by headlights, but after a while it was a lot of fun; I’m not one to get star-struck but when Christina Hendricks squeezes that frame past you and then Rufus Sewell high-fives you for having a cool name, it’s not a shit night out. So thank you Elle for a great evening.

Rufus.

 

 

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