The judges were an illustrious crew, hand-picked for their expert knowledge of turntablism. B P Fallon, a man badly in need of a check-up from the neck up, was last sighted trying to impress teenage girls with his tedious Led Zeppelin fairy stories backstage on the Boyzone tour. 2FM dance supremo and world renowned inventor of the Irish Dance Scene (registered trade mark all rights reserved) Mickey Mac was largin' it. Jim Carroll, Socky and a few other muppets filled out the panel. This ragbag would have had trouble calling a bonnie baby competition. Meanwhile Johnny 'Gimp' Moy was dusting off his hands in preparation for his Moses impersonation - parting the Red Sea for his buddy DJ Wool (aka Glenn Brady).
The hardest part of Glenn's performance on the night must have been acting surprised when he actually won the competition. Moy's impartiality as a judge seemed less than rock-solid as he jumped up to cheerlead for the Influx tea-boy. Described as 'a crowd-pleasing set which displayed absolutely no turntablism skills' his set amounted to a ram-raid on the Aphrodite remix back catalogue. If Glen Brady had to depend on his imagination for a living he'd be selling tobacco on O'Connell Bridge. Brady and Moy were plainly viewing the entire proceeding from a snow-capped mountain. After completing his set Brady went on to attack an In Dublin writer who'd had the temerity to disparage his commitment to the music in print way back in July.
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