I guess the theme of this renewal of the website is stuff that happened this bank holiday weekend. So Friday afternoon I went Topman shopping with my mother and got some sweet jeans on her discount card, splendid. Leamington was the location, and hot chicks everywhere were the highlight. Afterwards I got jiggy with Richy P on our little bikes, we rode the park and got savage, followed a real good little street session. We both did a couple of lines which we were fully pumped on.
Afterwards we headed to Rich’s house and his mum cooked us homemade burgers, so dialled, I love his parents! Watched some Soprano’s which were grand, chiller night.
Danny Boy, ledge steez
Next day – Saturday. Involved more of the same down the skate park, only with Stratford and Project 5 crews down the local. One dude in particular shredded, and I took no photos, dick’ed. The guys from Stratford who came over are always a pleasure, that was grand. Plus Galt has a section in the bonus on summer of madness for proof, go watch.
Saturday night we hit up out friend Laura’s birthday party, bloody splendid it were. Got told off by PC Plod for street drinking on the way, got loose on the dance floor everywhere we went, stole a bike with two flat tyres from some place. I was spotted running out of the club across the high street in front of a car screaming at 3AM, funk knows. It was a lovely night.
Angle 2…
Rich and I officially open the dance floor, booooooooom
Sunday I awoke feeling shitty, and looking at a bleak morning. Obviously, Grove jam was going on, so myself and my good friend Tobin were heading there, because you don’t wanna miss out on cupcake stalls. All the way there the weather looked dodgy, and by the time we had almost reached Grove the heavens had opened. Little Timmy tried to clear up the park with a single towel, commitment indeed. After a little Wantage excursion, we detoured to 157 instead, where we chilled with Aidan and Madonna, and did the usual computer based BMX nibbling and heckling. Semi dry Radley then kindly treated me to a hole in my inner tube, so we headed down the new park. Now I’m not a massive fan, but Danny boy shredded it, he loves grinding you see. I actually used my camera, hoorah for no flashes.
Double peg it, stepping it up
Bar twister, Britain’s harshest landing
Recovery Monday some may call it, and that it was. I think someone put something in my drink Saturday, seriously. Danny boy Tobin, Tombo and I crammed ourselves into Tobe’s 106 and headed to the rescheduled Grove jam. Crammed was an understatement at it’s best, remember to shotgun the front in future. Popped into the woods where Moses was looked ten times better for some beefing up, and had a chill with Aidan, Jen and Sweep. Grove was a pleasure as always, saw Local, it had been a while, and all the usual suspects. Good times riding a rad park, that mini is amazing. Poll in particular did heaps of rad stunts, a seemingly rare site seeing him ride that much – yes the bike show master!
Best weekend in a while, just trying to remember what’s making me feel so bad still now, not the best. Hopefully tomorrow I shall be able to get to the woods and help Pipe make benches and sort out boggy footpaths. All depends on old Herby, my magical new car with a mind of it’s own! Until next time. x
