I’ll say it: every DJ in the Hackney/Hoxton quarter of London looks like either TE Lawrence or DH Lawrence. And since everybody in this area is either a part-time or full-time DJ, that makes for a lot of coiffed facial hair. Yet no-one will confront this prickly truth… who knows what these people really look like. Their features have been permanently obscured by a side-parted efflorescence.
As they take their place at the decks, wary bar stewards peer over into the gloom, wondering desperately if this is the person they hired or some other bearded ‘genius’. The trouble really starts when it’s time for a handover. Another hirsute hero hobbles in. But one false move near the fader and those hairs are tangled in the equipment! Where’s a health and safety officer when you need one?
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