From the November edition - Out Now
Words by Rebecca Jackson
It was three and a bit years ago: Gordon Brown was still Prime Minister, Miley Cyrus was still an innocent Disney star and I was a fresh-faced undergraduate sent by Wireless to meet an unknown rapper from South London called Tinie Tempah. He was doing the rounds of student unions and the back rooms of academies and had garnered interest through his mix tapes and his loyal online following, but no-one I asked wanted to come with me to meet him.
