A new trend has hit Aix-en-Provence.
No wait. Come back. I'll leave the fashion tips to magazine junkie, culture vulture and all round good guy Myfanwy. No. The craze to which I am referring is rap. And its rap of a particularly white, middle class nature.
It all began at Myfanwy's birthday meal. We were all happily eating (I say happily, my meal was shit) when Becky and Lily announced they about to entertain us with a performance. I thought, naturally, that it would have something to do with Myfanwy. Instead, they murdered Eminem's The Way I Am. It was possibly one of the cringiest moments I think I've ever witnessed. However the seed had been planted. Rap was about to become BIGGGGG in Aix.
The next day we were informed that the galdem had written a rap about us. What's more, they wanted a rap battle. That's when it all got very 8 Mile. Verses were drafted at the back of classrooms; tensions ran high over our weekly burrito. Cusses were aimed at body parts, partners past and present and top buttons. Bizarrely, Britain's favourite Turkish delight was also dragged into the fight. Outsiders may think this sounds rather infantile but I can assure you it is quite the opposite.
I am left asking myself one question, where is this all going to end?
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