A Contrast impersonator (you know, Saddam stylee) picks up the award to draw them snipers. And grabs one of Hospital's while he's at it.
Well, who’da thunk it? I went to the Drum n Bass Arena Awards in London last night really not expecting to pick up the Best Producer award I was nominated for as, well, I’ve only really put out a ‘greatest hits’ style album this year – and won, so I really need to make some more tunes to prove myself worthy of getting this!
But many thanks to all who voted for me and to those putting on the event – was probably the best awards ceremony I’ve been to because 1. There were only a handful of categories so the whole thing went by quite swiftly. 2. It was an informal affair, no wine & goose soiree, resulting in a nice, casual, non-stuffy atmosphere. 3. The lack of allocated seating meant everyone mingled and I had a good chance to catch up with a lot of peeps I hadn’t seen for a while.
What a strange moment it is when you have to go up and get an award, like a rabbit in the headlights. I don’t think I embarrassed myself too much but inevitably spoke very fast and rambled on about jungle history or something. I was in good spirits too as my Cardiff road crew drove up with me, wearing unintentionally matching army shirts no less. And the night got progressively sillier due to their lack of eating and delight at the free bar. By the time we hit Tesco it was all over.
