Crispy (aka leeds by example)

Whatup England? MINDSpray is in the ... the country.



















So, where were we? Oh right. Paris. Funktacular.

7am Plane to Manchester? Less than nifty.

4 hours late kind of less than nifty. Did I mention our lack of sleep the night before?















No matter. We rented a car. Yup. Mr dY driving on the left again. Luvley.















The bathrooms (or toilets, as they're known here) in Europe are dope. Mad clean, ecologimacal, but I haven't seen a bidet yet. All the automatic sinks and hand dryers are a bit off-putting. Plus heads want 50 centiums just top use the darn thang.

Look at what DJ MilkMoney goes through for you



Um, and here's us "blogging", or as we in the rap game call it, "babbling."



Oh and by the way, it's not centiums in the UK, it's Pounds and Pence. Because England won't get down with the Euro, they've got their own money, not like the Prince of Zamunda got his own money. The Pound is beating the Euro, and whupping the dollar like a greenbacked stepchild.

We hit up the Rose & Crown, a nice lil bar in Dewsbury, where we got down with Mury (Get It) Poppinz and the Don't talk to Strangers Crew.















First up was the battle. Con decided to bring a bit of NY swagger to the comp. At first, heads tried to front (you can hear em booing before he starts), but you know how MINDSpray do.

After that, we rocked the songy songs, and folks were incredibly happy.














See the smiles on the backs of those necks?

Some heads even bought CDs. We then... wait.
Did I mention the bunny chicks?














Seems England is into bunny chicks. I saw a gaggle of 12 year olds with bunny hats at the motorway rest stop, and then grown versions of the sort at the show.















Speaking of rest stops, check out Con trying to video blog before he is distracted by food like things.



Anywhat, back to the matter at hand. Our next stop was the city of Leeds, and a stereotypical
dance music booming drugged out crowd, and our homies, painting graffiti outside.



















That's Mury. He's the man. And he likes my stickers.















Sloth has a smile so bright it blinds your humble narrator.

































The women are quite proactive across the pond as well. Take this inebriated afterpartyer. She requested to be painted, asked for a photograph, and then shouted her facebook page to everyone within earshot.

































Up next, southern UK, some nature, and the Goose Neck Steppers crew.
For now, check out MilkMoney skateboarding at 6am.