27/05/2026
Here is a rare photo of us having Sunday roast with Alfredo at Pikes in May 2024. He didn't really want to go but it was more affordable than Beso Beach so I booked a table near the DJ because it was easier for Alf to sit there than get up the awkward stairs to the restaurant. He wasn't very strong at this point but he loved his lunch outings and his meat. He didn't really care for hanging out with DJs, and once he was fed and watered he just wanted to go back to the Residencia.
The next day, this photo appeared on Facebook with myself, Fred, and Gripper completely cropped out, and spun into a promotional tool claiming Alf came out specifically to hear a certain DJ's set.
It’s exhausting watching smoke and mirror DJs trying to rewrite history (and now with added feathers) and chop out people who actually looked after him just to feed their own egos. Fake narratives won't change the truth, and Alfredo’s integrity matters far more.
Shame on you and your fake news.
Here's to the real ones!
Miss you, Alf 🥂
