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.

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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

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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.