Ludacris, Area Codes
It’s an unlucky day for Americans, September 11th. Mainly because it’s Moby‘s birthday. Lots of people like Moby, but a certain high ranking member of the Interestment family had an absolutely appalling time interviewing him a few years ago, finding him to be one of the most unpleasant humans imaginable – all snappy, sneering and “oh, oh, can you not smoke near me, I’m allergic to cigarettes”. What kind of baby is allergic to cigarettes? Honestly. Hence, we thought we’d blank Moby this year, and celebrate Ludacris – the 32-year-old rapper – instead, so we drove around in one of those bouncy car things playing loud beats, discussing gifts, and it wasn’t long before it boiled down to a toss up between some condoms, or a song he once did which rather glamourises his sexual hunger. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Ludacris! Get stuffed, Moby!