It’s late, we’re running through the streets of London trying to grab as many photos as we can being that I’ve got to get to a radio interview shortly. Trisha’s setting up lights and shit on the corner at the Parliament building trying to get a shot with Big Ben in it like it’s the thing to do. Before I come to my senses and pay attention to what we were actually doing, here come the cops. “Hey what the hell are you doing?” I’m like “Aw shit I done brought my black ass over here to get arrested.” The police were cool though. They heard my accent and asked me if I was a rapper… Then he said “Well, carry on chap!” and left. Lol.