Once upon a time there was a Nigerian scammer and a crackhead…
…they met and created a monster.
But before that moment, way before that moment, was me, aged six, trying to figure out life making an ashtray out of clay in my art class at school. Under my chicken-shaped cigarette extinguisher lay a copy of Big Issue. Wallace & Gromit: The Wrong Trousers had been released with a full interview, taking about how fucking patient you really have to be to make real art.

I ‘read’ the article, looked at the cover, skimmed the bit about music and thought, one day I’m going to be in this magazine, something never really believed would be a reality. In fairness I was sure I would be dead by 25 (I’m 36 now) so all of this, for me, is a dream and a blessing.
When I was asked to put this together… I shit myself at the thought of it. The overwhelming task of figuring out how to even write this intro crippled me with anxiety. But what does Big Issue represent? Well to me they stand for the underdog, the downtrodden and forgotten, and they do a fucking good job of helping the people who need it the most. I can say that because that was me.
I was a paranoid psychotic mess scratching around Tottenham, finding weird and wonderful ways of acquiring a substance that made me ill, and seeing no end to that journey. It took a lot to get clean, but the incredible things that have materialised from it still blows my mind today.