In the process of setting up, I get some guy walking up to me. He was chewing gum and speaking rather nonchalantly.
Him: Alright, fella. What ya usin'?
Me: Traktor S4 (it's the playout system).
Him: Oh, you're a laptop DJ.
Me: (standing up) Yeah...
Him: I prefer Vinyl. Sounds better, y'know, bruh?
Me: Oh, you're a DJ too?
Him: Yeah, man. I was gonna do this gig tonight, but I said nah. Wanna be on this side for my mate, y'know?
Me: I completely understand. Now fuck off.
Me: I'm here to entertain my clients and their guests. I'm not here to have a fucking DJ convention. You wanna talk about DJ'ing, take a leaflet and give me a call any time Monday to Friday and I will happily talk to you about lights, sound, mixes and even cable ties but for tonight, fuck off.
Him: C'mon guy. I'm just trying to be nice.
Me: You're not. You've come over here to judge me and my gear and I'm not in the fucking mood. And if you're a 'DJ' why are you in here? If you were in the business, you'd be working on a Saturday night. But you're not. Do you know why? You're not a DJ. You've got two turntable, a handfull of vinyl and a fucking bedroom. So, I refer you to my original thesis: fuck off.
The big revolution promo is in my hands now, however Vand may be sending me an update on that as he asked me to clear my inbox earlier, so I'll wait till I receive that before moving it along :)