The day the music died: why I’ll never be a superstar DJ
Ever since I was 14 and we first started sneaking out to clubs, I wanted to be a DJ. I spent the next seven years of my life trying to make that happen - largely successfully. Ten years later, however, it’s time to pack up the records, put them in loft and move on. My lifestyle is no longer compatible with becoming a superstar DJ, were it even a realistic possibility now. And besides I have a new fixation - something which is much more realistically attainable - to keep me occupied for the next few years. This is the story of how I got there.
(Warning: this is overly long and quite self indulgent. And with hardly any cheap gags in it at all. Normal service will resume intermittently).
