Wearelucky.

When a stranger approaches you on a London street to hand you a thousand pounds in cash for picking up someone else's litter, what would you do?

Last week, a wealthy man did exactly that. His project, called Wearelucky., involves the mystery millionaire himself travelling across the globe, handing out a grand in cash to complete strangers - those he sees doing good deeds, or just because they look interesting. The only catch is to do 'good' with the money.

But when he brought this idea to London, giving away the money seemed more difficult than he first anticipated, where many people were rejecting his money in a distrusting fashion.

Maybe it's due to the fact that London is one of the most densely populated cities in the world (A statistic on an underground poster today stated that there is nearly five thousand people per square kilometre) that Londoners are so sceptical. The many people on the daily commute asking for their hard earned cash, teamed with horror stories of various pickpocketing and street scams, would make even the most gullible think twice about accepting a wad of cash from a complete stranger.

Living in a populated city like London certainly makes you more streetwise and aware of your surroundings, but despite the masses of people we may walk past or sit opposite on the tube every day, if you decide to strike up a conversation with a fellow commuter, you're greeted with a combination of suspicion and mild terror.

Last week, after a lengthy discussion with a friend about such experiences (and the idea of a man approaching strangers with a grand in hand just for good karma), I decided to strike up a conversation with another woman on the train home. A conversation that lasted all of two minutes,  I felt I'd done something nice and personal in what can often be an impersonal town. I never expected this temporary friendship to go any further than the exit of the station, but I was expecting some good karma.

But then things became a little weird. We went our separate ways, only for the woman to chase me down the road to ask for my name so she could add me on Facebook. Her reasoning? She liked my tights. I gave her my name to not appear rude in true English style, went home and immediately changed my privacy settings. Then it hit me - I was just as cynical as those who would not accept the cash from our mystery millionaire, and was swiftly reminded why  people do not make friends on public transport, and how despite the millions of people who live in and around London, it can still be the loneliest place on the planet to some.

'Money Can't Buy Life'

Tomorrow, a film documenting the life of musical legend Bob Marley is released in UK cinemas.

Produced by his son Ziggy Marley, the film uses archival footage and interviews of the man himself and those who were close to him to put together a respectful and fitting homage to the biggest reggae star of all time.

Atleast, that's what many of the rave reviews have said, and is also what I hope. Bob was certainly no angel (it's acknowledged that he has love children dotted around the globe and is rumoured to have countless more, despite his marriage to backing singer Rita Marley), but his laid back attitude and songs about the struggle of black oppression made him an influential musician, creating timeless songs and thought-provoking statements.

With this in mind, there is certainly one thing I will be expecting - an incredible soundtrack. His music speaks for the time he was living in, with hits like Trenchtown Rock, So Much Trouble In The World and, arguably his most famous, Three Little Birds, many of them have become anthems to all ages, speaking of the need for revolution and a faith in the natural order of the world.

The poster boy for Rastafarianism, his religion played a massive part in his life, and also his death. Marley was diagnosed with cancer in 1977 underneath his toe nail, dismissing advice from doctors to have it amputated because of his religious beliefs. He spent the remainder of his life touring the world, playing his music, until his death in May 1981. He was 36.

Here's the trailer for the film, which is on limited release in cinemas tomorrow.

Jah Bless.

Charles Bradley

Jessie Ware

Coach-hella crazy!

Yes yes, here's the usual opening line of how I haven't written on here for so long (you all know the score. too busy doing 'stuff' blah blah) and for that I must apologise. I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Anyway, this evening, I have decided to jump on the Coachella bandwagon. For those of you not in the know, check out this completely accurate and not at all staged article here.

Most are posting and watching the video of a Tupac hologram. Now, call me old fashioned, but surely the point of going to a festival is to see live music or dj sets? With real people? I know a lot of you will be reading this and thinking 'whaaaaat, dat shit is sick yo!' and yeah, it's great, he's dead but he's still performing on stage to a crowd? madness. But I'm not sure that this isn't just transparent money-making (in more ways than one), allowing music moguls to feed off his name through some clever graphics and pre-recorded songs.

It's a weird tainting of the music business. Technology seeps into the way in which music is edited and shared with the masses. It's brought us auto-tuning, Justin 'baby-faced girl from Youtube' Bieber (who's followers call themselves Beliebers?! Locate your puke points now) and, when auto-tuning and Youtube are combined, something beautiful..like this  I'm sure many will remember this delightful gem.

Obviously, it has it's benefits. With people able to share their music in just a couple of clicks, it's never been easier to access whatever music you want, whilst Twitter enables us all to follow our musical idols and find the latest tracks and songs by our favourite artists. But it also means that the deluded masses are able to share their talents too. I'm not really sure if I'm ever going to get to Friday again without 'Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday!' popping into my head like an annoying pre-weekend chant.

So, as someone who does not get along with technology (I haven't had a properly working phone since my mobile phone career began way back in the early years of secondary school, and laptop history has hardly been simple either), I'm not looking for holograms to entertain me at festivals. If I wanted an image rather than the real thing, I'd watch a video on Youtube.

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