I have had probably one of the best weekends ever! Action packed with such amazing banter, cyphers, and the troubles of travelling 5 hours down to Manchester in the early morning!! This adventure started on Thursday 13th Jan afternoon and finished Sunday 16th Jan morning. Just to let you guys know I would have made 3 separate blogs but since this was all relevant to a time period I have to add in everything in one.
Maule's 30th Birthday
Since it was going to be Maule's 30th birthday we all decided to go to the Glasgow Art School for a 90's Hip Hop night - that was on the thursday night and his birthday was on the friday after. If you aren't aware of who Maule is, he's co-founder of the Flyin' Jalapenos Crew (who I have started to represent) and is probably the most fun you'll ever have on a night out!
But on the thursday he didn't come to training, f**k knows why, so instead it was Tiger, Stevo, Mario, Kat, Niall and I who turned up for training. I've been injured since my friend's 21st birthday event (18th december) so all I can really do is toprock and freezes, but still I like just doing a tops session...it actually makes me aware of the things that I need to work on with that - and I think I've improved wich just a few small concepts. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. Anyways, we left training at sometime after 8:30pm to get some food at this Ichiban joint - they do really nice oriental food! Whilst taking the scenic route Stevo showed me this weird and wonderful video on his phone. The impression is that you're meant to believe it's a girl's...ehh...cat, but it turns into an eye! And all the reactions he's had went along the lines of "Gross! That's awful! *after eye pops up* SEND ME THAT!".
After Ichiban it was then a long walk to Maule's house, but still when you're with your family (your crew) then that long walk doesn't seem long at all. Besides, Stevo was singing all the dirty songs you could ever imagine from his days as a child! He really was a dirty son of a bitch, and still is to this day ;).
By the time we get to Maule's house Tesko and his girlfriend Naomi were already over, it was great to see them again. But when our friend Jen (Jennoside) turned up there's a game that we play now - called Soju Face. To play Soju Face you have to be filmed taking a shot of Soju (a Korean alcoholic drink, with just alcohol and water in it) and then watch your reaction to the taste. It's pretty damn awful to be honest but still some of the faces people make are awesome! So Mario, Tesco, Maule and I were playing Soju Face for the next 5 minutes or so and I still get shits n giggles from it.
So about an hour later, after Niall and Ross turn up we decided to head over to the Art School for this 90's Hip Hop night. I had never been to the Art School before so when I got there I was quite surprised at what I saw. Since it was Maule's birthday we got in for free (Legend!) and when we did get in it was packed! The floor was covered in linoleum (they prepared for us, YALDY!) and the atmosphere was quite intense. Seeing as we're B-Boys and we don't actually go to clubs to pull we just started cyphering - right at the entrance to the floor. It's a bit of a shame really, how everyone can turn up for a "90's hip hop night" and yet there's very few dancers that do the dance of Hip Hop...but that's where the Flyin' Jalapenos come through!
At the time I was still feeling sore from an injury that I sustained about a month ago, so my variety was quite limited - it's not a good feeling! But I still did what I did, with what I could, and people seemed to like it. One thing that I don't like though is when people are too fucked up to care about what you're doing, so you get randoms who have taken too many drugs, or are completely fucked, coming into your cypher and fucking around - killing the mojo.
At the end of the night I found out that someone took my hat, so I found one lying around and took that!
So back to Maule's we go at 3am, because now we have to get ready to go to Buchanan Bus Station for 4am - to travel to Manchester.
Britain's Got Talent - Tiger's Audition
As you should all know from a previous blog of mine, my good friend and crewmate Tiger made it through to the LIVE judges round of Britain's Got Talent. I was with him when he had his first audition, but this time round I was feeling more excited but also more nervous for him. Tiger was originally meant to be at the Manchester Opera House for 7am, but it got changed to 10am...and this was before we travelled down.
So it's Tiger, Stevie, Mario and I travelling down to Manchester because we couldn't get a spot for the Glasgow show. The bus was pretty empty, but we were leaving at 4:15 am to be there for 9:15am so it wasn't like we were expecting it to be mobbed. I couldn't get to sleep on the bus down, I got shut eye but I don't think I actually went to sleep; so I texted some random folk some random shit - cause I was still a lil drunk from the clubbing.
As soon as we made it down to Manchester (at 9:15am) the first priority was to get to the Opera House as soon as we could, because Tiger was meant to be there for 10am. Along the way we all needed food and so a Greggs was most convenient; although it is not normally a place that I would choose off my own back it turned out that they do have some decent stuff in there. Only trusting a GPS system on Tiger's iPhone we made our way to the opera house, and told to go to the MOSI science centre because that is where every act is held before they are transferred over to the Opera House to audition.
When we arrived at the MOSI science centre we wern't sure where to go, but after asking we made our way upstairs to the top floor and didn't expect to see so many people and so many cameras. After finding Tiger's rep we were asked a bunch of questions, only to conclude that "We haven't finished the first part yet, if you can come back at 1pm then we will be ready for you", that would seem alright if we actually knew where we were and where to go.
Stevo was talking about The Green Hornet for quite a while when we were down there, and was thinking that at some point that day we could go see it. I was up for seeing it but we never did; instead all we did was look around Manchester a little. To Tiger everything seem so foreign, like he just stepped into another country (well, from Scotland to England is another country - but still) and doesn't know what he's looking at or where he is, but that's what happens with people who aren't familiar with other places. I'll be honest it was my first time down in Manchester but I wasn't fascinated with it like we were in another continent.
After talking about where to go we decided to go to the HMV Gamerbase, because they had seats and something to do. Now I'm not the best at Call of Duty but I still thought I did alright, even if I don't own the game myself. We were there for about an hour before we decided to head to the science centre and to get ready for something spectacular.
When we got to the science centre we had some more waiting to do, this waiting was for Tiger's number. But believe me, while we were waiting this time round, we saw some really daft and untalented shit! Example: There was a dude who did impressions through puppets...the only thing that was funny was the dudes voice, I mean naturally he had something wrong but it was kinda high pitched and that was pretty funny =P.
It then came to the point where we were about to get filmed getting Tiger's number, I'm sure this is for that intro bit that they do when the show tries to humiliate the contestant and makes the UK give their sympathy. But once that was done we were told to go to the waiting room and OMG that was the most tiring part of this trip!
In the space of about 9 hours this is all that happened:
Tiger gets interview, I try sleep, Mario bored shitless, Stevo just chilling. Tiger practises and everyone else does the same as before. Tiger gets another interview and everyone else does the same as before. That's pretty much how it went all the time, lots of waiting and sleeping and excitement at points.
One thing I can tell you about BGT when it comes to camerawork is that they are so overruled by impression - I can't count the number of times I've seen people move to another seat so when the cameras are rolling the room looks fuller. Also, every time someone got through their audition the BGT team were instructing the parents/families/friends to do exactly as they wanted...some bullshit that is.
It was about 9:30pm when we are finally transported over to the Opera House...Tiger is finally geting to audition! But when we got to the Opera House it took us about another 20 minutes of waiting before we were finally seated.
And then, 10 minutes later, Tiger comes on.
Now at this point I'm feeling so freaking excited for him, because I know how much this means to him and I really wanted him to do well!
Anyways, I'll skip the stuff about him talking and get to his performance. It was a shame because he didn't land everything as perfect as I know he could but still we went nuts for him! I'm sure that I will be on camera going freaking wild, but I don't care...I can probably use that in my trailer for 2011.
Then it came to the judges. Michael MacIntyre was really impressed with Tiger's handhops and said YES. Amanda Holden was a bitch about it, but she did have valid points to make about his performance. She noticed his slip ups and said NO. And then it was David Hasselhoff's turn. He noticed the crashes too but thought he did well. Suddenly Stevo shouts "COME ON HOFF!" which suddenly turns the whole auditorium crazy shouting "HOFF, HOFF, HOFF!" to which he finally says. "I can't put you through Tiger".
I have never felt that bad for another person as far as I can remember. If Tiger got through and made it to the semi finals he would have celebrity status in Taiwan, but you know these things happen...just a shame it had to happen to him.
So that was it, that was Tiger's dream over. Moving onwards and upwards he is.
But it wasn't the end of the night, our bus was at 1am coming back up and we had so much time to kill so we decided to get food - and this was at the time everyone was cranky and a lil worn out. It's because of this that an argument between Stevie and Tiger arised, I just wanted to stay the f**k out of it so putting your head down really does work!
Once we were on the bus I managed to sleep! I can now officially sleep on coaches and shizzle now =D.
Back up in Glasgow for about 6am we all parted ways, only to see eachother again that same night for Maule's 30th birthday bash @ Buff Club!
Maule's Birthday @ Buff Club
I was already thinking this weekend couldn't get any better, until it came to Maule's birthday party. When I got home from Manchester I slept until 6pm and remembered Buff was open at 8 tonight. To be honest when I'm around my friends and my crew I feel no need to work on my hair and whatnot; I'm going to get sweaty and I'm sure I'll be dancing so why should I try look good in that essence?
So anyway I turn up with gear on that looks all right that I can still throw down in - I wasn't thinking of it due to injury.
I get to the place for 9pm and what do you know? There's not many people here. Oh well, there's a few people here so that's all right. As I was walking in there was a battle between Tiger and Eel, it was very entertaining.
After saying hi to everyone I decided to throwdown, unfortunately it was a set cause I wanted to get in and get out in case my leg started to hurt.
One thing that did annoy me was the amount of people that travelled from outside of Glasgow to be with Maule...very little. No one from PSC or HSK were there...when some of my crew were at Knuckle's 21st birthday jam (which was where I picked up my injury)...oh well they just missed out on a dope night.
Funny story, Mouse was there. That's not the funny story though, it involves him.
Eel and Mouse step outside to smoke a fat one and are harassed by one of the bouncers. Well, the end result is that they aren't allowed back in - even to get their things. It was lucky that Eel didn't have any bags and such to bring with him, but Mouse has his bag and jacket in there. When I came out again to chill with them Mouse asked me to get his back and his jacket. Lemme put it this way: With the amount of bags and jackets I came out with to be told "That's not mine B" I could have gone to jail 10x over. It was finally when I realised that the jacket and bag I was looking at every time I went to search, were the ones that Mouse was meaning. I've never had a dude hug me that much in my life; I guess that his phone and wallet and passports were in that bag so it was lucky we found it.
I'll tell you something about Mouse and I's relationship. First time we met was at UK Uni Champs 2009; at this time I wasn't that heavily involved in breaking and so I thought Mouse was celebrity status pretty much. When he asked if I was alright after my round I felt awesome cause he paid attention to me. Then for most of 2010 it was more a case of recognition, just saying Hi to him and that was it - because honestly he didn't know me but he knew of me. But now we're cool with eachother, he's my homie!
To be honest all that happened that night were cyphers and regular dancing...there wasn't anything else to it, because after 11pm the cyphers decreased in number cause the club is officially open then. But the great thing about cyphering in a club is that there are lots of people around you that don't really get to see breaking, so when some happens they all go nuts! That didn't happen much though due to the decrease in cyphers and the increase in general-fucking-around-ness.
Fast forward about 2 and a half hours, past trying to make sure Mouse was on a bus home, past all the other shit that happened in buff and in Hong Kong Express, we were on our way to Maule's house. There was a shopping cage that was at the bottom of the hill...and yet Niall and I pushed Eric and this girl (I honestly don't remember who she was) up the hill, to push them down and have the shits for giggles!
Maule's after-after party was such a fucking laugh! When Sam and I get together man it's all fun and games and laughter I tell you! Just with all the shit we were coming up with was ridiculous, and all this included with Rachael's and Niall's witty stuff too. Obviously there were lotsa faces that I didn't know so it was good to see them, and it was great to be with my family! Didn't leave Maule's place until 8am and I didn't get back home that night until 9am.
But you know, I've learned something from this. (HA, South Park FTW!) I learned that when you're with your family you aren't expect to talk all the time; you're not meant to be all happy and giggly all the time; you're meant to vibe and get along and speak up if you think there's a problem - like a real family should. I think I have in fact made better friendships with people from this experience. I was always going to go down to Manchester and support Tiger - win or lose - and I was always going to be with Maule for his birthday outings, with my family. I'm just glad I have these people.
*Signing Out*
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