It’d been a particularly rough week for the gahd. He’d come down with a cold and wondered if I’d take the reigns and record myself reading his Caine Prize-nominated work entitled Memories We Lost. I obliged. Much fun was had in the process. And what more, the Caine Prize people dug it, and have put it up on their Soundcloud. I’m holding thumbs for the homie to take a piss at the gates of Buckingham Palace win.