Fiasco Skateboarding.com – Live from the South Coast

I came out of hospital last week after being proper fucking ill for 6 weeks. Caught pneumonia after travelling which wasn’t treated aggressively enough which developed into an empyema (Wikipedia that shit) and had to get surgery on my left lung. Bad times but I’m more or less better now. Don’t take your health for granted and be grateful you live in a country with free health care!

Moving on, click below to visit my Picasa to see some disposables and iPhone shots from the last time I was healthy:

Also, have a listen to my ‘House Party Classics DnB Mix’ & prepare your bass face:

House Party Classics DnB Mix (55 Min) by Rhythm Tricks

And if you like blogs that are actually updated with skateboarding, then check out the Finer Side, a new blog by Rob Crawford:

I don’t know what I’m doing with this blog. I’ve just had the best summer of my life full of festivals parties and I went travelling round Europe for 3 weeks. Pictures here.

I’m about to move to London to start work for a wine company doing their YouTube channel, which I’m excited about.

I want to film skateboarding again.

Paget has a new video part:

I might start posting here again, maybe…

This blog is basically characterised by not posting for a extended amount of time, then apologising for this, writing everything that has happened in the mean time, then repeating the process. I got one of those Twitter things to try and aid this, but due to my shit phone it’s not going too well. Currently I’m hunting around on Gumtree to see if anyone received an unwanted iPhone for Christmas, which is very unlikely. I’ve noticed that it makes a big difference if you search in Guildford rather than Portsmouth – Guildford consists of well educated upper-middle classes with adverts such as “Stunning iPhone 3G in white for sale due to contract running out, well looked after and in immaculate condition’ where as one from Portsmouth reads “lg optimus, mint condition. only bought yesterday, locked to orange”. Only bought yesterday! I.e only robbed yesterday, quick sale needed. Fucking idiot.

Where have I been the past 2 weeks? End of term was the 17th, had two tedious shit assignments due in on this date. Nothing creative, just 10,000 words of dribble so when I got them finished it felt like the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was my 20th on Sunday the 19th, so needless to say the weekend had to be smashed. My dad had kindly sent a load of beers to my house via Tesco home delivery on Friday night as a birthday present, which went down nicely. Bare in mind that this was the weekend where “the worst blizzard to ever hit Englind since the ice age” was predicted, so many people shat themselves and left Bournemouth on Friday to avoid getting stuck there, leaving only the people with bollocks to go out on the last Friday night of term. Dazed and confused we woke up sometime on Saturday, and to be fair, it had snowed a bit. The house was tidied, the car was packed and the heating was set to avoid freezing the pipes. After defrosting the car, and with no sat-nav or any idea of the state of the motorways, me and my mate Warren set off for North London to continue the celebrations. The slow and fast lanes of the M25 were unusable due to 4 inches of polluted slush, the road markings weren’t visible and it was pretty much every man for himself. Long story short, I didn’t write off the car, we didn’t break down even when 111,000 ticked over on the clock, we went the wrong way a few times and sat behind a broken down car for 20 minutes on the M1 which we thought was sitting in traffic, but we managed to get ourselves to Archway despite having the world against us. We cracked open another beer and couldn’t help but feel a small sense of accomplishment. That night we went to Cable for a Metaleadz night featuring ANDY ANDY ANDY and Goldie. It was sick but lacked the presence of any female vocals, but then again, that’s a given considering who was running the night. I prefer things a little more liquidy though, and was more impressed with Andy when he played down in Bounemouth at the end of his Nightlife 5 tour. Sunday we left London and headed for Herne Bay to take Warren home for the holidays and to collect his speakers (my housemates ain’t sleeping next year). The journey was disrupted not soon after leaving – how can they just close the Dartford Tunnel?! Stopping off at a McDonalds carpark to use their free Wi-Fi, we found another route over the Thames, and a couple of hours later we arrived in Kent. Not alot happened here, but I was introduced to the pleasure of having bubble and squeak in a fry-up, courtesy of “Mr Beano”. It was pretty good to be honest.

That was my Birthday weekend, I’m not going to explain the rest of the holidays but as you can imagine I’ve eaten some turkey and drank a beer. Student finance gave me a lovely bursary of £320, which I used to make up the rest of the money for my 550D, which is so sick. Photos & videos as and when.

If you’re bored of sitting at home, and your Christmas Spirit is fading, here’s some skateboarding:

(The Podcast has been updated, as well)

Imagining the last quote in this story is making me crease:

This is a …(I really don’t want to use the word nifty)… example of distortion caused by the rolling shutter in the iPhone:

This film looks like it might be worth a watch:

And this picture is so rad. I can’t put it here due to copyright restrictions, so click.

A couple of weeks ago three cars full of rowdy skateboarders hit the motorway up to the concrete wonderland of Skegness. The majority of us stayed at Adam’s house the night before for convenience, and Smither & I were banished to the outhouse to spend the night. Smither spent a good hour pacing around because he saw a spider and apparently gets chronic fear & insomnia about it. He then braved it onto the sofa, and three hours later at 6 in the fucking morning a very ecstatic looking Adam Keys burst through the door. In all honesty, I was not pleased to see him. Before I even knew what day it was we were in Smither’s deathtrapmobile heading to the nearest petrol station. A double shot latte and an all day breakfast triple was just what the doctor ordered as we pulled onto the A3 to start our 200 mile journey. We were following Adam as he had a sat nav, which is ten times better than a print out of Google Earth and Smither’s sense of direction. After just 20 miles Smither felt his steering go funny and we were flagged down by another driver who had noticed our puncture. Not a problem, we’ll just get the spare out and we’ll be back on the road in no time. We then found out that all we accomplished by getting the spare wheel out was that we had doubled the amount of flat tyres we had. The AA was called, two hours and £100 later we were back on the road, miles behind everyone else who had the luxury of stopping for several McDonalds. The rest of the journey unfolded slowly and painfully, and my hair is now greyer from trying to give directions to Smither. Conveniently we were then held up again on the A1 by an accident which had happened after everyone else had passed it. We finally made it into the surreal ‘holiday’ destination that is Skegness, only to find that our B&B had been given away. Long story short we got our money back, got discounted rates a neighbouring B&B and cheered up as we finally stood on our skateboards. It took us nine and a half hours.

As you can imagine we had a well deserved skate then hit the town. I’m not going to mention what happened in town, but Gold Dust VIP and the DnB remix of that Rihanna/Eminem tune have both been ruined for me, “Rapey” Dave lived up to his reputation, I got chucked out of the same club 3 times and am so glad that I’m never gonna see anyone in Skegness ever again.

Skateboarding happened in-between monsoons, and here is the result. Please excuse some wobbly filming, and just so you know, Dave skates regular, all of his tricks are switch/nollie:

I also took some photos:

Very, very enjoyable weekend with some of the funniest people I know. Cheers.

Is the best way to describe the past two weeks. I don’t know how they’ve slipped away from me so quickly without realising though, this summer is going too quick.

Two Fridays ago I went to Hospitality at Fabric to see HIGH CONTRAST / LONDON ELEKTRICITY / NETSKY / DANNY BYRD / NERO / TC FEAT. JAKES / BROOKES BROTHERS / MRSA / MC WREC / SP:MC / MC AD, who didn’t hesitate to deliver the goods, all the goods. It was such a randomly sick night – after polishing off a bottle of whisky on the coach up there, I met my good friend James who had just come back from travelling around the world. We acquired some ice cold Stellas from an offie and spent the last of the summer evening jamming in Trafalgar square. Here we met some girls who turned out were also going to Fabric, and one of them claimed to be friends with Netsky after meeting him in Plymouth and keeping in touch via email. With doubts in my mind; “Yeah aright, introduce me to Netsky tonight and I’ll buy you a drink”. We left Trafalgar and proceeded to represent cliché British drunken yobs on our way to Farringdon. A short while after Netsky’s set (which was a banger) I bumped into one of the girls who we were were with after loosing her for a while; “Max, this is Borris”. Looked at the person she was next to – definitely standing there having a drink with Netsky. They both then left for a quiet drink, which was when I met High Contrast, (picture in here somewhere, not gonna post it up directly), shook Tony Colman’s hand, then when they returned I got a cheeky signature and left the club chatting to him. Claim to faaame. A few hours of Saturday morning were then spent lying in the sun by The London Eye, where we saw this bloke who looked about 35, shirt off, bent over the railings projectiling into The Thames. Looked over to us “6 months bender that is… *wipes mouth* I’ve been pissed everyday for 6 months”. He then proceeded to crack open another Strongbow Black, bearing in mind this was at about 7.30 in the morning. Sick night.

3 weeks late!

On Monday morning we left ASDA and hit the road 3 hours behind schedule. Many beers, toilet breaks, wrong turns and Welsh jokes later we arrived in the middle of a field somewhere in the Welsh countryside. Here we were faced with the most disorganised and stressful entrance to a festival you could ever imagine. It was a park & ride jobby to where the actual festival was, but there was about 1 one coach every half an hour, and with apparently 17,000 students heading there (although I think that’s a huge exaggeration) some people were queuing for seven hours. By sunset we had gradually lost about 2 crates worth of beer, and I managed to loose my sleeping bag and all of my food, but we were in. The festival itself was brilliant, but I suppose you’d be hard pressed to go to a festival and have a bad time. The weather was sick, the vibes were sick, camping in a ten tent circle was sick and the music was sick. Chase & Status headlined the last night on the main stage and absolutely killed it, Beardyman thoroughly impressed me creating tunes from loops of sounds he recorded right there on the spot, Sub Focus, High Contrast and Annie Mac were standardly good but I was most impressed with Dan Le Sac & Scroobius Pip, you may recognise this one:

I hate the point of a festival when it’s the morning of the last day, you don’t want it to end but everyone’s packing up their stuff, no one wants to know you anymore and that remains is a field full of evidence that a lot of people had a very nutty week.