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Westwood is a prick isn't he?

Those of us with long memories will recall how Westwood was shot in Kennington in 1999 after appearing at the Lambeth Country Show - Radio 1 DJ shot in gangland-style hit - rereading the article today it seems he was trying to appear younger at the time as it states he was 30 when he was at least 41/42
Apparently he was 27 a year later and started DJing when he was 9 :hmm:


OK. "How old are you?"

There is a very long silence. It seems a fair point. After the shooting, his age was given as everything from 30 to 42. "So, how old are you?"

"I'm 27."

"Tim, you're not. How old are you?" "I just told you my age, man. My age, right ... I'm going to tell you about my age. I don't want to be saying my age, man. My age, right ... it depends what paper you read. HAHAHA!"

I tell him I'm not trying to be funny.

"I am!"

"How old are you?"

"How old am I? Depends what newspaper you read, man."

"No, how old are you?"

"Yeah, and my answer, for the third time, is: it depends what newspaper you read, man. Yeah, man."

He won't look me in the eye. Why won't he tell me how old he is? "Because I have. Come on, man. You're makin' issues at this precise moment."

I've heard blue-rinsed old ladies being less evasive. "I'm 27, man. I'm like Cliff Richard. Put that down. HAHAHA!"

He stares at his feet. I tell him I have no problem with him, and that knowing someone's age, even approximately, helps you get a better picture of that person.

No response. How old was he when he got into hip-hop? "Hmm ..." What year was it? "Probably ... '79. And I came out DJ-ing around '82."

When he was nine? "I don't know, man. I'll have to work it out. Next question."

"Why won't you tell me how old you are?"

"It's not an issue, man. Paul, do I know how old you are?" Paul coughs.


"Come on, man. Let's move on."
 
I met him a few times back in the early 90s, through a mate who also was a posh white fella who acted like he was from Compton, my mate used to lap it up and liked him, I never did.
 
This gave me flashbacks to the time when I was 21, living in Labroke Grove and was ‘picked up’ by a record industry p.u.a. (he also had a micropenis strangely enough). I watched the Westwood doc last night, related to everything the women said, from the really not fancying him, to the, ‘I just froze,’ horrendous experience and I wasn’t alone either. I met another woman who had had the same experience as me. I can spot these scrotes a mile off now and am wise to them, but when you’re 21, you have no idea, they’re just so manipulative. Westwood is a slimeball, I hope he gets charged and convicted.
 
He got shot at once didn’t he? He probably saw that as raising his street cred. It ought to have been more successful.

Wasn't there a bit of chat at the time that it was successful - that the aim of the shooting had been to big him up as some kind of gangsta rather than the painfully embarrassing 'Rap Dad' that he so obviously was...?
 
He used to drive around in an A Team style transit with the side door open blasting out hip hop around soho about 20 years ago.

All of us young thrusting ambitious coke head media people thought he was a cunt back then.

(I'm not that person any more!)

Eta. He wasn't driving. He was leaning out and pushing his bomb sample buttons etc.

Second worse person I've had contact with after Jay Kay from Jamiroquai
 
I still tune in sometimes, and follow him on Instagram. Until now I found him quite funny, and had a lot of time for his genuine love and dedication to hip hop. It's a real fucking shame he turned out to be so loathsome.
Yeh this for me tbh. I had no problem with his accent, dress, music taste, djing, promoting.... it is purely the fact he appears to be a abuser/rapist that makes him horrific. Some people who present as totally "normal" also turn out to be abusers, it is a bit of a dodgy path to go down thinking every "weirdo" acting person is a sex case (or indeed that any non-weirdo action person is not sex case).

Anyway sorry that is just me thinking aloud and mainly irrelevant, sounds completely unambiguously vile and abusive from what I read.
 
Sometimes I take against people for no obvious reason, they just seem wrong. But without fail they end up sometimes years later being really wrong. At the time I've told myself I'm being unfair. But I felt this with TW when I saw him on pimp my ride. And here we are now.
yes, listening to the body is severly underrated. he used to make me recoil. i don't really mean this in a judgy sense, but if something feels off it's always worth listening to that feeling. there's often a reason that is not evident. same with thugs in pubs, you soon feel it.
 
Never met Westwood but always got really bad bent-double second-hand-embarrassment from his faux persona.

BigMoaner I agree with the gut instinct thing.
I was once in the pub and a bloke was sat at our table and there was just.... something about him. He really unsettled me in a very particular way. I was kinda earwigging his chat while also staying out of his conversational reach trying to work it out. About half an hour in someone else at the table told me he’d done time for murder and instantly I knew what/who he reminded me of, another murderer I’d met once in a pub in Earl’s Court. When I tried to explain the impression afterwards all I could say was that there was a deep profound stupidity in him. Not IQ stupid but something else. It was a total absence of connection, and absolutely no concern about it. But not lonely, not isolated. The only word I can apply to it was stupidity. With both of them. If I ever encounter it again, I’ll know it at once and assume they’re a killer.
 
Never met Westwood but always got really bad bent-double second-hand-embarrassment from his faux persona.

BigMoaner I agree with the gut instinct thing.
I was once in the pub and a bloke was sat at our table and there was just.... something about him. He really unsettled me in a very particular way. I was kinda earwigging his chat while also staying out of his conversational reach trying to work it out. About half an hour in someone else at the table told me he’d done time for murder and instantly I knew what/who he reminded me of, another murderer I’d met once in a pub in Earl’s Court. When I tried to explain the impression afterwards all I could say was that there was a deep profound stupidity in him. Not IQ stupid but something else. It was a total absence of connection, and absolutely no concern about it. But not lonely, not isolated. The only word I can apply to it was stupidity. With both of them. If I ever encounter it again, I’ll know it at once and assume they’re a killer.
Good to see you posting again :)
 
Ooh! Do tell......(in a totally non-defamatory way, of course.)
I used to work in radio and he would turn up to events a lot.

His special move (apart from sleazing in his massive hat) was to run up a wall and do a somersault. It's cool to start with. It impresses a lot of people.

But then he'd do it every fifteen minutes it was like drinking with a chinchilla.

Plus an awful lot of this. You tube for more.

 
Well that shows him being harassed by paparazzi and then the victim of an assault. So not quite sure it's up there with Westwood TBF. And he did somersaults? The bastard!
Yeah, I can’t say I blame pop stars for losing their shit when the paps are shoving and pushing at them and kicking their cars tbh. But from that clip JK wouldn’t let it lie. That’s the coke bit.
 
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