That is “R” as in DJ Randall. That particular night I really wanted to kill someone.
“- Hello, what’s wrong, schoof over?! Make some room?! Will you? I’m trying (it kind of hard in a Ford Fiesta!!!)?…”
“- Is that all you boys are going to eat?”
“- We’re not that hungry.”
“- Right, I always go for the full bucket. Myself.”
“- Let’s play some stuff we’ve been working on.*”
That is culture. No frills or thrills (the car, a kitted ford almost toppled over when Ray Keith entered and it so one more time when the R entered… DJ Randall).
I did not say much (apart from plotting vicious and evil plans how to best mame and kill him!!!).
Ray Keith and DJ Randall in a tiny car on a backstreet of London?
I did not know and was totally unprepared (there’s nothing I hate more in life, nothing!).
And the “R” is the label, right? For those in the know…
– Yeah, we’ll take a little tour. Look. We grew up in that tower-block. Kind of rough neighbourhood. Back in the day. You know? (The car will break, the weight…)
* In a kitted Ford Fiesta parked on a backstreet to a KFC! I still want to take a life.
Old school and the hardest. No one and do mean no knows what he is playing. Not Randall. Ever.