My last tweet reads: 'If ever a time rushed spontaneity made reverie it was tonight. Merci beau @ibigunstoppable @Tahirah @Driis and even Ozwald B!'

There is something wildly beautiful when a man of ruggedness and strength (based only on apppearance) provides unadulterated vulnerability in singing and softly rapping so openly his deepest of thoughts, wants and desires...even sometimes unashamedly on top of not so masculine melodies. That is Driis, Idris Elba (Actor, singer, rapper, DJ) who has just released 'High Class Problems' a medley of hard and soft realism that I would recommend at least sampling if not acquiring. 'Best I can' and 'Looking Crazy' tickles my fondness. It's bad of me to include Mos Def and Mike Skinner when talking of this man at the foot of paving his own musical way but it's a certain compliment. Last night on nothing more than an invitation and a whim I went to the Driis Album Launch (well of sorts) at The Big Chill Bar in Brick Lane. He happened to DJ also, though my wicked way of noting fine details couldn't miss his comical bungle of the Clipse mix, oui Driis I noticed, but little care was given since his general skill superceded this fault. By the by, this man is a handsome sight to behold, I understood why the girl in the middle for a moment danced with her frontal area as if chanting to him her crutched longing with a rather upset rhythm. No judgement...honest! But, as if my opinion carries any weight, I would have much prefered to hear his songs instead of the classically lovable hip hop he feed us. It was as if he was too shy or humble to display his understated hardwork which incidently would have sat nicely and perfectly in my ears. Twas ok though.

But onward to my next unsuspecting delight, right around the corner from being ushered out by bouncers and dizzy with non alcoholic merriment (though I did have a Disoronno and coke). Me and ibigunstoppable bid adieu to our companions when a tall statuesque black man with midnight sky bouncing off his darkly glowing head, adorned in very skinny trousers and a perfectly fitted blazer locks my eyes. In between the waves of laughs and smiles and a fulfilled breathe, with a nice confidence and a smile I looked straight into the dark of his eye and said comfortably 'What the f**k you looking at mate! No, but that would have been funny, instead I said 'Oh, hello' as if caught off guard with familiarity. I suppose he may have said 'hello' or in likeness but I do remember his deep and bass rendered voice say something or another. I figure a raw niceness cannot really be ignored and so with the little time he had to look, walk in front of and pass behind, he stopped whatever he could have been doing, saying or thinking and like a Hewlett Packard scanner, powerfully scanned me from the stray strand of hair on my head to the gravel I kicked with the sole of my green boots and we both walked not fully aware of what just occurred. With delayed shock I turned to ibigunstoppable and said that was Ozwald Boateng! I heartedly laughed all the way to the car.

And that my friend fills my last tweet with correctness. Oui, tis the little to this lady that makes her happy!

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