A slight interruption in the Creation Records run. I'm the oldest of five brothers (there's two sisters as well. That makes eight. Count 'em. Nightmare sometimes I can tell you. Though not the ones who read this blog obviously). The next one down from me, Z, is forty today. He was into hip hop, graffiti and breakdancing from the start. He's still into it now (well, maybe not the breakdancing. And the judge put him straight about the graffiti), the oldest B-Boy in town. Why? Because it's like that, and that's the way it is.
Happy birthday Z.