To hull and back, a nike big shot and the big one

Posted on September 20, 2007 @ 10:24 PM

yo yo yo . well here i am with another one of my blogs. its been a week of dirty work,a word im not really too fond of. i had to drive to hull and back twice in one week. not very interesting but while on my travels was reminded of what a small world we live in. as i was buying a sweaty pie in gregs the bakers i heard a scouse accent say my name.presuming it must of been my workmate doing a real good impression i turned round and repiled"what la'" i was greeted with a great big smile from non other than a rider who probably STILL does the best inverts in bmx.  G or gary simmonds of federal fame. he is currently working on a building site and saving up to but a house allegedly, and now riding a freebee united frame from mini mozza! to ya mam

tommy tard in action

on the subject of inverts my pic of the day is one of neon perculator, or as he's better known leon perkins. anyone who is clued up will know how awesome leon is on a bike and recently i was asked to shoot some pics of him for a nike ad. this was one of his warm up pics and for the ad i managed to convice him to do some street stuff. needless to say he shredded but you will have to wait to se the pages of ride uk when its out. leons riding partner John "bongo"blundell has been off the scene for about a year now due to knee injury. in this time he's broke a fishing record, bought and sold a subaru impretza and had a midlife crisis and bought a superbike. this week was the start of his comeback tour so every one wish him well. he claimes to be sessioning flat banks but if i know bongo well that probably means sending flips everywhere.

Paul russell almost died with his boots on last week in a near house fire. paul admitted getting slightly drunk and when he got in fancied some fish fingers so put them on the grill on full heat. he then fell asleep next to the oven . three hours later an angry girlfriend woke from her sleep and had to waft her way through a smoke filled house to put out the fire. paul said,it wasnt the smell that woke her ,but was the heat of the flat. someone up there likes you paul.

Im back off to grimsby this weekend to shoot some pics of the strange riders that live on the east side mother fucker... should be interesting. charger and other friends like to get loose so lets hope theres some riding shots and not just a good pubs guide.

and my last note is a little story of my last saturday. Southwest hard case tommy tard is in town for a while so has forced me out at weekends to participate in drinking activities. something im not too good at. anyway a pre night out drink turned into a bottle of whack daniels(lidl,s own) between the two of us which was already having damaging effects on me. This was just the warm up and after a few more bars and drinks we ended up at a seedy emo/rock club where some idiot bought me 3or4 shots of absinthe. i didnt know what it was so quaffed the lot. 30 minutes later i was on the floor out of control and was being nursed by a girl i kind of know who is a fully blown lezza. I returned the favour by puking over her feet and her 2 fat lezzbo mates and that was my last memory. The next thing i recall was 5 hours later when i woke up in a flat,in  a bed with the old dick van dyke. confused and scared and not knowing what to do,i did what any civilised, dignified ,sensable man would have done....... i tried it on. im not going to write a step by step  but gay dave was proud of me at least for converting another knicker picker.......   anyway that enough of my boasting for a while. im off for a brew . word  

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