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.

Bowl Patrol

After a quick Q & A session on the phone with B, 

(Do you want to know something?)

Yes

(The bowl in King's Heath is finished!)

Dope

(You want to skate it?)

Damn right

(You eaten?)

No

(You want to?)

Damn right.

...and a quick meal of pasta and garden spinach and rocket salad we got on the 6 and before we knew it we were rolling on brand new 'crete with Ozzy Ben and Zip.

The sky showed off it's reds and oranges as we skated the still curing and shuttered new member of the Birmingham family. Smiles every time we realised what we were skating was on our doorstep.

Back to the W for beers. It's always nice to know you're looked after when you're broke, I wouldn't swap my friends for nuttin!!!

Lionel (Wolver)Hampton

This makes me smile so much (not as much as Lionel Hampton though) and is also completely unbelievable. American Dan dropped by early as he had come through with list places for Valiant Thor. He showed me a few drumming rarities on the internet whilst we smoked including this treasure. 

We picked Benny up, went to the Little Civic and climbed the stairs to a near empty room. After a Guiness Valiant Thor came on and tore the shit out the place. 

Fruitcake

He's not even Gay.

He's an entirely hetero plumber who just loves those Welsh girls.

The Bakery?

Some days just don't really have a whole lot happening, and to force words out seems pointless. On other days you drive into the city, meet your friend Chris and his friend Ali in an empty space waiting to be filled with a ramp and can't wait to write something. 

In through the purple door to be greeted by two dudes with cold ones,timber, and grins.

Kris and Zip have hooked up a warehouse, and skateboarding in Brum is going to be so so good in a week or two. Ideal have kept their scene alive for many many years, and it looks like it's getting another nudge in the right direction.

So me, Kris, and Ali (you shouldn't be riding a skateboard with a moustache like that), hung around the warehouse for an hour discussing the finer points of snaking, stacking containers on ships, and punk bands and ramp sessions until it was time to go home and get excited about building big wide fuckin' ramps.

Ideal rprznt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mac(krel) Dre.

First BBQ of the summer people.

Socks turned up on his pinging new S.E. Quad angle. 

Game recognise Game!

Ate the fish before it had even got to our plates, the smells coming from the grill were too much to take. Pretty much eyes bigger than on the snapper front, but who gives a fuck cause we've just had Sunday dinner with no effort.

But plaid meaning good.

Sometimes something happens at the start of the day that gives you the feeling that the rest of it is going to go pretty good. Kind of stumbled across this with coffee this morning. I dare you to tell me shit stinks after watching Mississippi John Hurt. 

And there's plaid!

And then I found this.

Wednesday 14t February 1928. Memphis Tennessee.

Make another cup and listen to this for 5 minutes. 

The suns shining outside.

Chausettes Roses.

So I guess we went to Marseille at the weekend. Awoke to the sound of moss on the window and left the house in the next five minutes. Once Perton was on board myself and The Trapper turned left to Mountain in search of Mississippi Queens. Four a.m. is so much easier 

with Rush, The Kinks, and Foghat. 

Take off and a couple of early morning cold (and expensive) ones to get the ball rolling and the blood flowing. Buckowski on the way to a weekend skate jaunt seems to fit just dandy and with that we were smoking a cigarette on French soil.

After a shortened taxi ride due to following the local police along the duel carriageway we were sinking pints of park with our good friend Adam celebrating new arrivals.  

It looked like rain but after a wee smattering we were rolling like kings along the seafront on our way to Marseille bowl. First runs and happy souls. Apparently the area was designed by someone with no knowledge of the wooden toys we hold so dear to our hearts which makes the place fairly mind boggling. We skated with smiles filling our faces until Adam finished work and drove through our new home town in the barely functioning Ka to say hello 

again to Emilene.

Adam had another shift that evening so after Heinekens and Bolognese pizza Perton, The Trapper (accompanied by his super swimmers), Emeline and myself  stepped out to O'Grady's (mais oui, tres Francais I know) for Guiness. Such fun around the table that night, and so good to make us all realise that there was no need to be nervous about language. After many more and Benny and I not speaking to any French girls we had a night cap with Adam and looked forward to hangovers in halfcabs.

Saturday started with pains au chocolat, pains au raisins, coffee, and tennis on the television. We journeyed back down to the bowl with the early bird catching the beautiful mediteranean sunshine. When skateboarding gives you days like this you find it hard to think of anything more perfect. Shangri-la shangri-la. Beers on the grass bought from the skateshop watching your friends have more fun than you've seen in them in years.

 

Notre Dame de la Garde is a pretty special place to. The scale of the city is incredible and after a thrasher skate goat T had been turned inside out we went into the chapel. Heat from candles thanking God for safe journeys greeted us along with paintings of death and unpleasantness. Models of ships that became shipwrecks hang from a golden ceiling Saddam himself would have been proud of.

I knew it.

Alcohol pretty much fueled the rest of Saturday, including a desert called 'Colonel Eternal'. Half pint of vodka and lemon sorbet anyone. 

Content Bitches

Ok, so I know these shits are in the wrong order but I'm a retard and Blogspot does me 'ed in so this is the easy way out ay it. It's all about the content bitches!!!!

So anyway, once you've read the bit after this that your meant to read before this you'll know saturday got messy. 

(Problem solved now. I ay no retard!)

Sunday was pretty much a fuckin' write off. Even a skate downhill to the park did nothing to shift it. Even beers from the skateshop never shifted it. Even sitting on the beach couldn't move it. So after more shralp we went to go and laugh at Adam and his hangover at work, but it appeared his friends sleep and paracetamol had been good to him. 

So we walked into the bar at five joking that even after saying no to the barney that night we would still be in the bar at closing. 

Guess what!

So Myself, the trapper, and good old pink socks got blasted with Emeline and talked about the finer thing in life for a good while, until we decided to skate the bowl with a gutfull. Rogers can FLY!

That was that, back on a plane full of memories of happy days and happier nights, and a land where even the ugly ones are a stone cold seven. Au revoir and thank you so much Adam and Emeline  xxx

John told us about an undercover ramp in the countryside and that was that. Good times driving with The Trapper wondering where lives take us. (Well, where mine might take me anyway). Beautiful rural England provided us with a barn and hardcore and tattoos.

Tea is the best way to meet someone for the first time, especially in a kitchen that never stops giving birth to new children. An enjoyable table is hard to beat, as is a ramp in a barn in the hills in the rain. 

So the supermarket can be turned from a chore to a lot of fun in 3 easy steps:

1. Hook up with housemate.

2. Smoke a joint.

3. Go to supermarket.

Fool proof.