Posts Tagged ‘Bournemouth’

This is pretty much how we spend most of the minutes of weekend daylight which are not spent piling up mud. Camp fires, talking shit, eating food and sitting in the hut. Occasionally, Liam trys to make Ed eat a whole sausage roll in one by putting it in his mouth and saying he can’t use his hands. Light entertainment.

So this time one year ago exactly Eddie and I were in Rockhampton, Queensland. We rode this sweet ass skatepark with a bunch of rad bowls and hips that you could roast realy fast. Afterwards, we went out and partied the shit out of the town, met some rad chicks and got loose. This was a good place to be, one of our (or at least my) favourite towns we visited.

This time two years ago Ollie and I were shredding the shit out of the Farm late at night. I remember the ride home vividly, we were both absolutely freezing and cranked hard the whole way back. Ollie had raw dogged his frame and I think I don’t think he had a choice in the polka dots I gave his bike.

Training the long hip at Slade’s, November 27th 2005. Little Tom from Croydon took this shot, Ollie, Tom and I were hanging out every day pretty much back then. Getting to know the lines at Slade’s was fun as shit, I couldn’t ride anything at all opposite back then but started to learn about this time. We used to do alot of partying in the Villa, and the Consortium Tuesdays, lots of drinking at Tom’s and in the SU bar Dylans at this time too. I think I also used to attend Uni in small amounts to for a while at this early stage.

So here is a small update with a few things that have happened to me lately. there are some more rad photo’s I have too, but have a bit of a backlog due to a lack of photo editing software of late. Guess the old program shit the bed, cheers a million to Yak for sorting out Photoshop.

Brighouse came to visit a while back, sweet photo

We went to Slade’s jam, which was so much fun, hundreds of people and full sunshine, sweet stunts Ash

The flyout comp was fun to watch, already hal cut by then, heckling everybody, Luke doing something

Little Mudge rips, trucky

Ron’s playground. SFL. Huge flip to flat, he also did a ultragnarly (gnarly times three) spin over the sideways bowl gap

One of the Northern chaps, forget his name…should have taken more photo’s, getting leathered was more fun

Dens 1. Sick figure down Banbury park

More TMS sickness…Trade mark styles…

John learnt something new as usual, pretty sweet fastplants on the sub

And a turndown fakie, old news

Winter looks like it is well and truly on our doorsteps, shorter days and colder nights are horrible. The thought of spending winter here is disgusting, Australia was such a sweet time, I’d do alot to be there for three months this winter again. From now on I plan on saving my pants off and hibernating so as to get the hell out of here next year. Make the most of every dry session left, if there even is going to be any more until spring time. Adios.

Decided my computer was thirsty the other night, so fed it some water. Unfortunately, she was allergic to water and died. Managed to save the hard drive luckily so the last three years worth of photography, music, videos and more were saved, phewwww. Here’s some fun I’ve had lately.

Went to Btown and had a sweet weekend - disco’ing and riding and hanging out and seeing rad people

Jib has been riding around on bicycles, even doing footjams

Little Joe got himself a dialled 2CV for his first car, took me cruising, really suits him and gets him even more chicks the little stud

Painted Grove baby blue

Got kooked with wine and sherry bombs (the next big thing) at 157, go on Tannnerrrrrrrr

Footlong roll up, Subway inspired, so rock ‘n’ roll

Got us a gingerbread man painting kit, really fun, here’s my Lightsinthewoods one in progress…

Not just for gingerbread people, Jen got wrecked then edible-painted too…sure she’ll love this shot!

Butler did some box spins

Then some eagles

Then a tuck

Turner shreds

This weekend I headed down to Bournemouth to stay with some serious rude boys. On arriving in Bournemouth I went down to Ashley’s shop that he’s running for Revell bikes dude. The place is seriously the most dialled bike shop I’ve ever seen in my life, absolutely amazing. Hung out with Ash for a while, chatted some mouth words then went for a pedal at the world’s greatest skate park, Slades Farm.
After a little session with Pickles, we headed to Kings Park and met the wonderful child that is Oliver Gun. All I know is someone had attached some metal sticks to his axles…also met a cool lad called Paddy, from Dorchester, digs jumps, nuff said.

BMX Plus shop, Bournemouth

Friday night Ollie, Ash, Azza and I sessioned some bicycle motocross videos followed by Daisy’s and O’Neill’s. There were some dudes already getting rad in there, including Bournemouth’s burliest BMX rider, Kenny. That dude is obscene, and getting hitched in Vegas, ripper. Saw some real kooky band in O’Neill’s, chilled with an abundance of old people and did some heckling. Sweet.

Three rad dudes - cleaner, security and manager

Saturday we woke up haggard to a dull day, so Ollie and me did some touring. We hit up Ash’s shop, Gilly’s place, the trails, the race track, Sainsbury’s, the whole nine yards. Tried to steal a seat post from Gilly’s for fun and got caught, chilled with him, then he got told off by his boss for neglecting the other customers and ran along like a little bitch!

Ollie and Jesus, product models

Scene

Saturday night got hot too. Highlights involving Aron generally being an awesome mess as usual, a strip club promoter screaming at me up the road for taking the piss, Sailor Jerry’s in Daisy’s, raving in the consortium, apparently drinking with the Hoosiers in 60 million postcards, Azza getting affection from some dude in the street. Pretty dialled night all round really.

Ashley Charles photography and bicycle

So yes, here comes the plugging. In complete honesty, BMX Plus is the most awesome BMX shop I’ve ever had the pleasure of entering. They have so much stock it’s untrue, every part a kid could ever want. Add to that the fact that Ash knows his shit and is one of the coolest guys around, then that should be reason enough to shop there. Plus he does smelly vegan farts, which clear whole bars. Seriously, if you’re buying anything for your bike, get to this shop. The phone is a Bournemouth number (shown in the shop picture), not sure if they do mail order but try it I guess. Support a good thing when you see it.

Serious amounts of merchandise

Sprockets…

Managed to sneak in a cheeky session at the farm before the rain on Sunday. Gilly shredded as usual, Steff was generally rad and Ollie had pegs. Lee also showed up for a while, the Dead End frame looks amazing. Production models are on there way some time in the near future hopefully, so be sure to check them out if you’re in the market for a new bike. Another Bournemouth commotion that shreds life. I did some lawnmowers, got a goodbye kiss from Jesus and headed home. Also checked out the bridge on route home, the spot is sweet but I felt like a ragged little rag doll so didn’t stay long. Winch rules.

New stuff getting done this year

Far and wide the best weekend I’ve experienced in bloody ages, so much fun with a bunch of incredible guys. Cheers for the hospitality Oliver. Shame the weather’s shit the bed this week, go get muddy in the woods I guess. Remember, BMX Plus and Dead End, shameless endorsement I know. Peace and love you hippies. X

Due to popular demand from at the very least, one of Blewbmx’s fans, I am doing an update on a grotty Thursday evening. So what’s been happening then? Well for one thing we (Yak, Aidan, Jen and I) pretty much sorted out a house to live in near the Cowley road, only to be let down as we filled in the forms to retain the property. Couldn’t have been any more last minute, NEVER trust anyone at Charles Lawson’s estate agents, they’re an authentic bunch of con artists.

Pick it, lick it, flick it

This photo shows Ray Smith doing a nose pick over, only had his front brake three weeks and can already do a zillion front brake stunts. He made it clear that the world should know this mean feat. However, he has been practicing front braking for years in his car for years so that’s an advantage. He is also the toughest guy in his suburb for his age, size and hair style, well tough. On a serious note Ray does completely shred the techno moves. Rumour has it that Gregg and him are going proper drag racing their cars sometime soon, hopefully get to watch that happen, should be awesome.

Step through Honda Vision

Here is another stunt that I made John learn. No one else has ever had any influence over this kid’s riding. I am his sole trainer, motivator and influence. Ray ent taught him nuffink bruvva, especially not hand rails. I also claim a 75 % steak in his X Games winnings in years to come and plan to retire on those spoils. Fact.

I’ve been car hunting, this one’s in the maybe pile

Tonight I should be out doing a night out sleeping in a lorry and delivering more bathroom equipment in the morning. I am however back at home, still getting paid £20 night out money. Amazing. In other amazing news, a lady from Banbury was on Ant & Dec Saturday night, with a prank set-up job involving Boyzone, some fake beards, a taxi and the lady’s naked body. I didn’t see it but by all accounts it was splendid.

Second update with this beautiful photo, take it, Gilly and Jesus

This weekend I should be taking a trip down to see my brothers in Jamaica. Jamaica, Bournemouth, I get confused, somewhere like that I think. Hopefully the weather will dial itself right in and all will be well on the yellow brick road. Ollie puts on a tremendous spread, no doubt I will be greeted by a seafood platter, some fine wine and evening at the theatre. He’s terribly cultured, especially considering he originally arrived in the country as a building site labourer from Poland. Leaps and bounds I tell thee.

Some bloody rad old timer

This old dude was world freestyle champion in the 80’s. Word on the apple vine is this means Calvin Harris still has love for him, although he was born in the mid to late 50’s. I’m going to watch Hollyoaks on E4, a whole damn day earlier than Channel 4. If that isn’t high tech then I couldn’t possibly tell you what is. Peace and love. x