A white home counties roadman goes gangsta carol rappin'

FIFTEEN-year-old Active J, known in his detached home as Joshua Hudson, has brought festive cheer to local residents with his mandem crew bustin’ Christmas tunes.

WAGWAN? It is Christmas, fam, an’ school woz makin’ us pupildem take da wasteman mock hexams, innit. But Active J turned dat into a positive by rappin’ for da commoonity as a performance piece for him’s moosic hexam. Da moosic teacher said man could submit it on video. Gassed! Gassed! Gassed!

Cuz Active J an’ mandem crew is righteous for da commoonity, man decided we should do roadman Christmas carols, an’ raise money for charity an’ ting. But, fam, to rap on da street, a crew needs a PA system, innit. So man ‘ad to use him’s nang Christmas present from parentdem to perform da carols. 

Parentdem woz turbo-vexed wiv Active J for hunwrappin’ da PA system, but man told dem it woz for him’s mock hexam. Da crew woz raisin’ money for kids dat would get nuffink for Christmas! Dem’s should stop bein’ selfish an’ get Active J sumfink helse. Chill out, fam! Get real.

A bruv of da mandem crew woz doin’ da filmin’, so we went bustin’ gangsta rap carols big time for da local brand muggles round man’s endz. We did ‘Haway in a Manger, No Bed for a Crib’, ‘Swaggin’ in a North Face Wonderland’ an’ ‘Bring bong! Merrily Man’s High’. We woz on peng fire, fam!

Den we got to a old lady house an’ her gave mandem crew a spicy Christmas drink called Heggnob. It looked like custard soup, fam, an’ tasted da bare rankest ting hever! Drilla ‘ad four cups, wot a dickhead!

Hafter a little while man’s head woz all fuzzy. Active J could not rap da lyrics to ‘Silent Night, Vape Alight’, man forgot all da worddem. Lady G an’ Drilla woz laughin’ like hidiots, bruv. Not safe!

Den as a finale, mandem crew woz doin’ da ‘12 Roadman Days Of Christmas, Innit’. We busted da ‘12 gangstas drum an’ bassin’ lyrics, but den at da ‘nine gyaldem twerkin’ bit Drilla started bein’ bare rank sick all over Active J’s Cole Buxton puffer an’ Lady G’s Air Force. It woz da worst ting hever.

Man ‘ad to give da dickhead a slap, which him’s did not want, so Active J an’ Drilla started throwin’ hands. Lady G woz at ‘5 sovereign rings’ an’ got bare deep beef. Her started poundin’ on man an’ da dickhead, but bruv from mandem crew woz still filmin’ tho, an’ huploaded it to da school moosic site, innit.

Man failed da hexam, cuz da lyrics woz a bit raw an’ we woz a bit pissed. An’ da fightin’ too. But Miss Jackson said her woz himpressed Active J raised £31.70 for da commoonity kids, an’ would ‘ave given man an A for heffort. Dat will be da title of Active J’s first halbum, innit.

A bare merry Christmas to youdem, fam. An’ stay off da rank Heggnob.

A confused millennial tries to… tell the difference between naughty and nice in the post-truth era

By Josh Gardner, who believes Secret Santa is effectively licensed stalking

WE can have either truth or social media, and if that’s a difficult choice don’t worry, it’s already been made for you. But whither Santa? 

How can he compile a list of the naughty and nice when the moral boundaries that define good and bad behaviour aren’t real? Isn’t that just unacceptable behaviour-shaming?

Sadly, just like facts in public discourse, there’s no real objective reality. Once being nice meant listening in attentive fear while your parents regaled you with stories about ice on the inside of windows, and naughty meant listening to albums with an explicit lyrics sticker.

Today? Niceness, as it was once called, gets likes. But naughtiness, like calling Sydney Sweeney mid, gets engagement which is often far superior in terms of building your brand and that’s what today’s kids love.

No, we’ve left old conceptions of naughty and nice behind. The evidence is all around you. Moral vacuums land cushy jobs on the GB News desk, while felons selling their piss tapes on OnlyFans win presidential elections.

Assassins are folk heroes, James Corden is on television at Christmas, and Kemi Badenoch breakfasts on a BLT. We’re all sinking into a grey moral morass.

And as for good people… are there any? Greta Thunberg seemed alright, but Santa never brought the end to climate change she wanted. Being Time Magazine’s Person of the Year in 2019 now means being half a Trump.

And where does that leave me? I’ve not done anything heinous like a murder, or even worse developing a parasocial relationship with Chappell Roan, but nor have I done anything virtuous like passing on gig tickets for their face value.

The whole quandary has riddled me with existential dread, which I usually only feel when I sleep in my childhood bedroom, or when my AirPods run out of charge before I’m sufficiently ASMRed.

Clearly the ideas of naughty and nice are a fabrication. They’re little more than religious oligarchy for youngsters, and adults shouldn’t indoctrinate their kids with these lies.

Thank God for AI. All we need is to feed the whole of human life since the start of history –by which I mean the founding of Facebook – in, and within minutes it will give us the definitive answer in algorithm form. I for one can’t wait to be judged.