everyone write a line and lets see what happens...

One day there was a man called Bob who liked his breaks but prefered his minimal...

He called on his chum Bobby, and they both went in hunt of this so called 'minimal'.

so Bob and Bobby walked through the fields of cunterbury on a great quest... the quest to find the elusive minimal that has plauged and baffled scholars of the broken-beat throughout the history of time...

They started in the tropics that are westgate gardens, a magical place where people become horses and old men grow beards of cheap wine, asking all 'where o where is this minimal sound?'

all they found was girls, money, drink and drugs

so they continued thier quest, as this was quite clearly a maximal sound...

but one day, bob and bobby came across a dishevelled young dj by the name of Sir Raise alot- and he did show them the way of the 7 minute kick- and a revalation came unto the two knights of cunterbrau- they shouted from the highest of the high rise tower blocks "we shall only play this magical music, for it is a way of life that reflects the boredom we face every day in this god-forsaken city!"

..but unknown to them God had not forsaken this city.
And soon his voice was heard..

'stop babbling you pair of monkey's' said he.
'... for i will bless thee with much travel and party shenanigans once you have risen above the challenges presented here.... and besides.... if i hadn't have made this city boring, you may never have developed the appropriate rocking skills needed to embark upon the crusades I have in mind for you. now skin up before I smite thee!'

So, not wanting to be smited, bob and bobby immediately converted to rastafarianism