FAO OF MC AKA ZERO BANTS
Lol at Lineker…..i had the pleasure of watching him strut about the place on my last visit. He’s a player over there no doubt!
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I imagine Wayne Lineker’s musk collection is beyond compare. Net worth of £30mil. Winner
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Sorry to go against the grain of half truths, idiotic declarations and outright lies in this thread but Solomun is a talentless, Balkan peasant. My advise would be to aim a bit hgher than his cheesy childlike stab at melodic house & techno.
File under Lee Foss/Hot Creations.
To be fair to the lad, he’s probably living his best life. Swings both ways and takes the cream of the crop as his playthings.
Whether or not that’s a life many people would choose as their best one is neither here nor there to old wayners.
Ed has been to ibiza 12 times and stayed with wayne the last 10 of those. Nobody rocks that sexy AIDS chic like our eddie.
Saw a video of Connor McGregor swanning into Ocean Beach Club on Instagram yesterday. Grim.
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McGregor may be a narcissistic, coked-up, serial rapist however he does have his drawbacks.
Lol!
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When I saw big Solomun at Pacha a few months ago he absolutely nailed it, granted it isn’t 100% my bag musically but he knows how to get the club going big time.
100% agree with Ed here. The club was absolutely bouncing
Solumuns brand of war crime Haus does seem to appeal to the treacles too.
Can you imagine going to Ibiza with Zackster?
All the lovelies are down at Pacha having the time of their lives and he’s got you down at DC-10 with about 4 other people listening to Jeff Mills knock out his horrific brand of panel beating techno.
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Shouting “THE BELLS, THE BELLS” every 5 mins whilst everyone around him looks completely bemused and assumes he’s a direct descendant of Quasimodo
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sounds awful tbf. I still wake up in a cold sweat when I have fevered dreams about Output. I haven’t seen Ed since 4:00am. I look over both floors of both clubs; nothing. I send out furious texts: mate please tell me you are alright. Please let me know you got back ok. No response. 5:30am, and the lights come on. He’s nowhere in sight. I wake gasping for air, and my wife comforts me saying shhh shhh its ok. Your friend the hapless English cad didn’t go missing. He just went home to mum after a few too many drinks is all. The thought of losing Ed to that Ibizian father son duo who take friends into the mountains is absolutely more than I could take. Add in that it would happen during a 123 bpm Solomun sludge fest, and forget about it.