Thanks to Davey Double Dex for these impromptu diggin' photos of myself. To be honest I wasn't aware that he had taken any flicks until we had left the spot and were back on the tube and on our way to the next vinyl haunt. So focused is my concentration when I'm rifling through the crates, you could run past me naked and screaming and I still wouldn't notice you. In the past I've already been accused of "power diggin" by my digging buddies. Once at Kilburn Record Fair in London I was seen by several friends to be taking a 100mph dash through the record crates in search of long lost beats. It's not something I do consciously, but when there are crates in front of me I seem to kick into overdrive and my fingers start flicking involuntarily.
In fact, years ago when I would go record hunting with BEAT DETECTIVE and DJ SKYE we always had this kinda in-joke whereby we would park the car, lock it up and slowly amble towards the spot we were hitting whilst chatting about beats. But as we neared the shop the pace would quicken and eventually one of us would be forced to break into a run to the shop, in order to get there before the others and have first pick of which crate to hit. I forget at which record shop it happened first, but on every mission since that day the routine was the same and someone would break into a Usain Bolt type sprint. It got to the point where I was ready to run from the moment we hopped out the car. Great days! I don't let ANYTHING come between me and my records.