RIP Bettie Page.

Bangin' son!

Addictive like crack.

White Ladies. 29/11/08.

After a night in a pub, a bike ride for breakfast materials was in order to shake the cobwebs and rid my head of hangover. I knew we were going to White Ladies Priory and kept my fingers crossed that the mist would stick around until we got there.

Whiteladies has been here since the thirteenth century which makes it an old fucking building, and apparently Queen Guinevere came here after King Arthur died. Charles II came here too, but who believes in him?

Ste brought his Nagra along which caught some lovely stuff. 

The stuff that was recorded here was my favourite from the day. Bird scarers, shotguns, crows, and the noise of far away vehicles. Photos for your ears.

The stream here sounded amazing as well.

Hiatus, haters.

I wish there was a very good reason I haven't posted anything here for two months. A trip to somewhere, ten broken fingers, blindness. There isn't. I just got pretty fucking lazy and bored. Anyways, I don't have anything else to do this evening except eating squash risotto with chicken (please read the word risotto in Lloyd Grossman's voice) and get high on the sofa, and i'll go to bed guilty if that's all I do. So I'm going to again begin boring the four or five people I know who check up on this page with meaningless drivel. Heck yeah.

I finally have functioning cameras again so I guess some original posts are just around the corner, but until then I have found this assorted radness...

Enjoy.

Why?

This is the shit. Sick song, great video. Respecagnise!

Fixed gear awsomeness from a very nice dude in London.

Gutted i'm missing the launch next weekend.

Look up www.fixed-mag.com for more.

Marianne Dissard.

Buy Buy Buy (sell)

Cats stayin on top of their game and taking care of business...

Goatse

On the way to the ramp found somewhere where someone had been having some fun.

Or something...

Vivian Girls.

Brooklyn Brooklyn. 

Front Smith Frontside Grind Front Disaster. DAMN.

Yesterday the ramp was graced by the Indy team. Well, The Bull was graced with the majority of the Indy team courtesy of The Wizard, and the ramp was graced with a one man masterclass by Haslam. Time to get back to school cause he was dossing around and still destroyed it in front of the terraces. Nice to see an A list skateboarder gettin Av It You Slag shouted at him by drunk midlanders.

So many people turned up and Ideal got their wrists slapped cause of the racket. I think the guys will completely accept it was more than worth it.

Bdog and Phil were in attendance with brews.

And we got to meet Grosso!!!!!!!!!

The day ended up as we always knew it would, with a many too many and a drunk ride/skate/train journey back to Wolves and horrific  M&S sandwiches. I felt so shit this morning..

Keep an eye on www.idealbirmingham.co.uk for footage, and to generally keep up on happenings at the best shop in the country. Once again, respecagnise Zip and Kris.

USA USA USA

Codsall Bob Surely has this wrapped up!

Support!!!

Go on the internet!

Follow this....

Edit by Tom.  Follow this to Gnargore... Awsome-O.

Aspects Of The Downhill Slide.

Unless you have already seen this video, I can promise you that you ain't never seen any shit like this before.

Fucking unbelievable.

I am Optimistic Optimistic about nothing

We are born, we die, and that's it.

Cannot wait to see the show in London.

Strange fruit.

If you don't know, you should.

This is Billie Holiday, and she can sing better than you.

New Set-Up.

I have looked at this floor and this wheel for a good few hours this year, but at least for the next couple of months I am free from it.

The floor belongs to Steve who owns Graven Images tattoo parlour, and Steve is pretty good with a needle. Just had my arm finished and I am so stoked on how it's come out. Having a finished tattoo is a whole lot more fun than a half finished one.

Roll on the next one...

Divvy up.

I've got 50 quid saved up.

£2999950 to go.

Watch all of this, it's amazing

Sunny Side Of The Street

If you ever need cheering up for any reason go and watch The Pogues in the mud and get real drunk. It'll work every single time.

Toys

I'm into the idea of buying up all the good shit you want before your babies arrive. Clyde got himself an Xbox, and Trapper just took delivery of his '79 Marshall head. I don't even play guitar, but I know I want one of these.

On the way to, and at work.

Graffiti is art. I believe this is a collaboration. 

Original Sunday Roast

The day started ninety degrees the wrong way, clothed except for trainers, after a night of two pound Red Stripes. Oh, and no phone. Nothing had to be done about anything until one, when we got roast beef and Yorkshire puddings. 

Went to see the Klimt show in Liverpool, then drove out to Crosby, along the A565 through huge brick buildings that looked as if they had led hard lives. Beautiful blackened warehouses left to rot in what will surely be their twilight years, unless they are destined to be appartments. Past the Liver building expecting Bruce Wayne to appear at any moment. Liverpool is an amazing city.

Walked along the beach to look at Another Place, take some photos, and sink in sand that was a lot like mud.

Gnarbeque.

Saturday morning was mainly spent making a programme on a MicroKorg, slowly sending myself insane as  the minutes turned into hours listening to what was as good as the same noise on loop, and then accidently knocking the on/off and losing everything I had done.

Finally got on the motorway to go to a Stupid reunion alldayer at The Portland Arms in Cambridge, although seemings as I got there at 7.30, alldayer may be stretching it a little.

A pint of St. Edmunds and a homemade skateburger got the night going good. Tiny little pub, with a tiny little room for bands (50 max?) and a cheap ass record stall. Yep yep.

Watched The Stupids who were fucking wicked, then woke up hotter than the sun at 7.30 Sunday morning on the back seat of my car, with my legs sticking out the open door, on a leafy residential street in Cambridge. Fuck, knows cause I had a bed to sleep in, but instead I chose to sleep amongst the shit that is my car's interior. Back to Wolves via a surreal, hungover trip to a services.

Carwash

If you don't know who Mark Gonzales is, you really really should. Discover and then start waiting for what will definitely one of the greatest and oddest films ever...

Mega Tsunami

Got a phone call asking if I had looked outside, and when we did this is what we found. A nice foot deep in the road and hopefully not too much turds in the water we were wading around in. It was gone again ten minutes later.

San Miguel.

New film by Brian Lotti in the STREETS of Barcelona.

Excited?

Start looking forward to this now...

http://downloads.pitchforkmedia.com/GZA%20-%20Alphabets.mp3

Follow this.

http://www.adidas.com/campaigns/adidasskateboarding/content/#/mediadetail/GONZ%20NEW%20ZEALAND/

After a quick twenty five quid tyre change up the road, and a good amount of Saturday morning  ar and ar, shit was sorted and I set on the 6 and the 1 headed for London wondering how fucked up your day would have been if you'd made half the tyre marks you see on the motorway . Claire had picked me up Blonde On Blonde and Blood On The Tracks from the shop so Bob Dylan kept me company for most of the journey. It nearly always  seems to stop raining as you leave the concrete and the factories of the Midlands in your rear view. 

In the time it took for the door to be answered I'd ended up with beers in my hand. Caught up with Zo and got some films to watch via the Daniel Defoe. 

Went to look at an Exhibition at Slam and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.

Walked from Neals Yard to Soho Square and drank one pound beers in the park instead of four pound beers anywhere else.

  

Whose back there?

Get  some.

Cuban Links

zoetom.blogspot.com for more

Percy Bro-wer

More success on the eating front recently.

Went to see Jude with my Dad, let ourselves into the back garden, and stripped her bushes of every raspberry we could see. I ain't got no idea about baking a cake but Carl came up trumps with this sponge with clotted cream and hecka raspberries!

Got back to mine and picked my first ever cauliflower which was pretty much a prize winner. B came through with a recipe so we cooked it up in a tomato sauce with olives, and parsley and oregano out the garden (which is where the lettuce and water cress salad came from that we had with it as well). 

Gardening is fucking rock n roll.

Saturday Morning.

Biggie, 17 years old.

Say no more.

Dick on a skate

After another evening getting The Bakery up and running Ali and his mate Tos from Australia, Kris, Bdog and myself and Zip went to the Dorbury bowl to see if it was dry enough to skate. After a bit of brushing and wiping with sheets it was ready to go. Good little session before the summer rain came and sent us on our way.

Grafitti at skateparks is always of the highest cultural importance 

and Dorbury is no exception.

As well as an interesting take on the obligatory industry standard penis illustration we were also brought up to date on the various sexual comings (ha ha) and goings of the teenage community of Kings Heath.

The salad from the garden with some chilli, lime, ginger, and chicken more than made up for the rain though.

Baked

After a good twenty minutes of coffee and cigarettes we carried on with a bit of old fashioned graft and by the end of the day most of the transitions were done and in place.

Chris made me crave a fixed wheel bike through sheer enthusiasm.

Work can easily be fun. 

The post work thirst was seen off in The Crown with Bank's. Wolverhampton isn't all bad.

Moreberry

The old man came through with some strawberries straight out his garden. Good breakfast. Good Sunday. 

Then we went on to the unit to get more going on Ideals ramp. 

Peep dis!

Jello Biafra was 50 last week

Too slow? Damn!

Pea Green

Driving to work is never nice, especially when you're late cause you had no diesel in your car and you were up late watching people getting tasty at a Morbid Angel show.

Nevertheless, this always makes me smile on my daily journey.

You Made Me Realise

After another few hours graft at Englands soon to be best indoor ramp, and a good couple more of quality lurk time in the shop, Matt and Chris picked me up in the Felicia and we headed for Camden. The Stupids kept us company as Chris told us tales from the last weeks that he has spent filming with Ken Loach and Eric Cantona. (!) 

Parked on Pratt Road.

After a quick plate of Jerk Chicken and a couple of arguments with touts we were in the Roundhouse waiting to see My Bloody Valentine.

Pretty hard to describe the hour and a half that they were on stage. How twenty five minutes of noise at 129 db can be so beautiful I don't know but.....

One of the most incredible shows I have ever seen... 

Met up with Alexander Nut 

(check out the mixed nuts radio show on Rinse FM Saturdays 1-3pm.)

after the show and spent a fun journey home catching up and laughing a good bit. It's amazing when people break free of towns like ours, but you don't half miss them.