Archive for January, 2007

Digging four days in a row is a tiresome schedule. Sunday through until today. Good work was made though so its worth it, I hope.
Here’s a snap of Matt Pickles Nicklen throwing the tailspinner foot wheel stopper at the farm on Sunday. Tech, tech, techno. Which ironically is Pickles’ favourite music genre.

So yeh digging is going well, heres a snap of myself tarting around at the back of landing. This jump’s going to be gooooood. So much better than its rubbish predecesor. I got some Wellington boots from Homebase too this week, for a tenner, which I am uber happy with. Walking in the river is fun stuff.

Ollie got a new Stricker frame set up this week, so to celebrate we ate pizza and took fag photos in the woods of the bikes. The Strickers too nice. You can just see the tops of landings further down the hip line, sweet.
Heading home tomorow for the weekend, little riding, partying, seeing Yak and Aidan (hopefully) Sunday. I hope so bitches!

Lastly, a random shot from days past. ‘Don’t feed a smidgen to the pigeons’.

Picture of jordan riding at the velodrome the other day. He also did a 270 of this into the bank, buit didn’t get a photo.

yeaaaaah! theres been massive rumours that blewbmx is taking over the world in the near future. epic proportions that are deemed impossible from the past experiences of the human race. a power so strong that countries shall bow, nations shall fall and leaders will follow. everyone resorting to a vegetable like state with sheer shock and happiness, spending the rest of their lives living by the words of a select few knowledgable types. oh yes.

do you like my font? i should severely hope so.

we’re down the trails alot these days. alot. aidan has built about 20 sets this year all by himself with me supplying no help apart from criticism and an occasional slap. the slaps seem to knock sense out of him rather than in however. the other night i brought back a girl for him to have sex with from oxford cos the legend of aidan had got about town. she’d heard stories. when i got back to the house with her and another girl, aidan had drunk himself stupid on cointreau and was clothed top to toe in the pages of the bible, drinking hot water with moss in it and listening to the cures greatest hits.

he then spent the next 7 hours preaching to the girl before wearing her jeans, getting her to wear his then finally shagging her at 7 in the morning using the techniques that sting became famed for. they then went for a walk afterwards with a flask of coffee and continued wearing each others clothes until he could stay awake no longer and passed out. here he wears his own jeans and does a no hander over an excellently built jump that i knew would work all along.

dogs. wonderful dogs. i hate small dogs AKA rats usually. but these ones are rad. i think the woman who owns them fancies me but i aint sure. i wistfully talk to her about contemporary dance and old men just cos i can. why do i? cos im an uncle. and you better not forget that.

the end. go spread the word. tell your families, your ancestors and all the sultry tramps with internet access. xx

So this weekend Lil Tom, goth Luke and various other members of the Croydon posse came down for the weekend. Friday night involved the Consortium and eing completely smashed, whilst last night involved the old Villa and being completely hanging from Friday. Last night got quite kooked, with some wild fighting manouvers thrown down by certain people outside the club. had a rad session at slades Saturday, although I rode for all of 5 minutes, but shot some good snappies.
Ollie g with a 1 foot opo carve tabe thing.
Triple team barspin disasters.
Markwhip downsiding the box hip.
Andre 3000 seatgrabbing whilst gangster rapping.

Went digging for the afternoon today, almost finished the new hip line, finished the last landing , just have to clear the ground after. Stoked. Got this week off so a mix of early week digging followed by late week partying at home seems ideal. Here Ollie and I party hard to a power ballads CD in the woods to celebrate finishing the landing. The woods are pretty messy at the moment with loads of leaves, twigs and roots everywhere, but should be awesome come spring.

Ed sent me a message a few days back saying one day Blewbmx will rule the world. I think he may have been right.

?AIDAN?
its story time my prettys. ooo yes. so its saturday night and all you crazy wangers are most probably partaying and experimenting. me an yak are at home getting stoked on ant and dec (they are saturday night tele, eating and doing smoking infront of fire, yo. last night was pretty rad though, i did some volentery work at my youth centre for a rock gig, was well funky, saw the radley radders boys. and there was nuff cute emo under age girls there. i wanted to of boffed them all. couldnt help when a cute one went passed to say under my breath, “you teasing young sausy beeeeeeeach.” all this makes me sound like a perv. i well aint!

yak was out in oxford with some girls and was going to bring them back for a partay at 157. so i went and got beeer from tesco 24 hour, the best thing ever invented since strech armstrong. he was the shit. i bit into my strech arm stong and the fluid jelly inside it gave me the shits.

me and this lady friend of mine in the last to pics, did the Giration dance together, being all nudey and that. after our anticks, we went on a morning walk. we had swopped jeans, so when i was taking the jeans off her i was taking my jeans off. i found this delightful.mmmmmmmmmm. i dressed her this morning. so we went over the field sat an the tractor and drank coffie from a flask, wickeeeed. and talked abuut rad things and got stoked in life.

my mum gets stoked on snow. look at it. one of the best feelings is tredding in untrodden snow yo.

snow jumps. these are bits of my lines.

snow.

is.

pretty rad.
the other day we were partaying at 157 and at about 5.30 still doing vodka myself (there were others present, i wasnt by myself) whilst feeling peest. i decided to go dig, fell off three times whilst riding there, dug for alot in the dark, fell asleep on my bike at 8.30 in the woods, then woke up at 9 dug a bit more and felt shady as bruv, so i went home.

me and chaz getting titanic on it.
thats about it really. peace and love my love chickens xxxxxx aidan