I saw a vid of him recently, the usual fair, some trundling kick drum from the Heroin House shelf. Him looking like the dregs of a Pete Doherty session with a bunch of coked up moody bastards hanging off the booth.
He minces over to the deck, picks up the needle, bringing the whole place to a halt and casually picks all the fluff off the stylus. We all know what that sounds like coming through the speakers of the Blaupunkt, never mind a huge soundsystem. He plonks the needle back on the record and off he minces again, cigarette back to front in his gob.
An action like that says a lot about the cunt.
