In those ‘narcissistic’ kind of ways (we all do it): Bomb decided to look himself up on google.
And he found this on page three of ‘Jay Z Glastonbury’ in Google image search.

Surrounded by pictures of Mr.Carter we have this picture of Bombs mug.

The caption underneath read:

They insisted I took their photo and claimed (both of them) that they were Jay-Z.
The night Maggie broke her ankle…. (and the story goes on)

One of my personal ‘high’ notes of a very eventful 2008 was defo getting a stall at Glastonbury, doing some wheeling and dealing but generally getting mash up with a beer, a zoot and half a tab to the sound of ‘Hard Knock Life’ in the middle of a country muddy field while the rest of the people around me got seriously seriously wasted; check the pic. Nuff Said.

My thoughts go out to maggie and her broken ankle. Big up the very generous ‘customer’ of our stall, Red Mutha, the guy with Red Mutha, the stand with the goose egg and bacon butties, Garbelle, Garbelles hot bredrin, Jack Daniels, the girl that got pissed on, the barrier on the motorway, the stripper in the yellow dress and wellies, the guy next door, the chavs next door and obviously ‘Jay Zed’.

Out.