Fiasco Skateboarding.com – Live from the South Coast

Cam will occasionally step on a skateboard when booze is involved, or not… From the phone of Dobsy:

Got back last night from 4 days of basking in the glorious sunshine, drinking ridiculous amounts of shant and spending my life savings on shit food. Was such a sick weekend!

Cam and I got needlessly caned on the boat on the way there and after five minutes of arriving at the harbour Cam got pushed in with his brand new BlackBerry in his pocket. With no numbers of people Cam knew, we were left to fend for ourselves all weekend. We then set up our embarrassingly shit £10 ASDA tent amongst loads of expensive, proper 8 man tents, chucked our stuff in and proceeded to catch the last of Pendulum. Basement Jaxx followed, who were amazing, and the night went out with a bang when The Prodigy owned it:

I can’t remember what we did after this but it wasn’t anything as hectic as the next two nights. We headed back to our tent about 3 and proceeded to chat shit to the people in our neighbouring tents, who described Cam and I as “better than TV”. After waking up we returned to the boat to stock up on drink and after Cam had been in once before, he couldn’t get enough:

The rest of the day was spent wondering around drinking, soaking up what the festival had to offer. The Strongbow tent was rad; open plan with music & beanbags – ultimate cotch. We watched Calvin Harris, who was sick, and decided we’d rather party than watch Stereophonics after meeting a bloke from Newcastle who had lost all his mates. The three of us then drank a few pints in the Carling bar which was a massive open plan pub with sofas and an open mic, and then progressed into some night club which I didn’t know existed. We then bumped into Ross (skateboarder from some of my videos), who I had no idea was there. Some more stuff happened that I can’t remember but we ended the night sitting on a bench outside a burger van with some French fella who was 23 but looked about 30 and had learned all his English from American TV shows! We chatted to him for about 3 hours and returned to our tent at about 5, where we continued drinking for a bit while making diabolical roach-less fags out of torn up pocket Rizlas.

Sunday was spent doing the same as Saturday and during our daily trip back to the boat for more booze we were surprised with a proper sick air show, it was unbelievable how good the pilots were, especially with the synchronised choreography. We then watched some music for a change – you may recognise this. We were invited to a champagne bar by Simon (the person’s boat we came on) and after rinsing a £35 bottle of champers we met up again with Gwen, the Frenchman, outside the same burger van which I had though thought we had gotten friendly with the owner of, but later events proved me wrong. Long story short, there were about 10 of us sitting around this table, each of us knowing just one of the other people, all drinking our own drinks as well as this French vodka mix that Gwen had prepared us (1 litre vodka, 1 litre orange in a 2 litre water bottle) all singing, chanting and banging on the table. Eventually the owner of the burger van had enough of our constant demand for free food and rowdy behaviour and asked us to leave. So we then picked up the table (which belonged to the burger van) attempted to carry it to another location where we would be more welcome but didn’t even get it a foot when it completely fell apart. Inspired by the Basement Jaxx song that we were all singing five minutes before, we then proceeded to chant “Where’s your table at? Where’s your table at!” I was ridiculously drunk by the time we eventually left and I remember struggling to walk back to the campsite but don’t actually remember reaching it. I woke up laying half out of my tent and half in it, asked Cam what happened and he said “you fell over and wouldn’t wake up, I thought you were dead”.

Here we go lads, a nice new/old edit for the bank holiday weekend. All the worthwhile footage we’ve gathered at the local between Summer 2006 and Spring 2009:

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Yesterday was host to another great session at Emsworth, although slightly cooler than Wednesday, it was still a lovely day. This time I thought it might make a nice change if I were to get the camera out and film something, and that I did. Griptape and boards in one piece are overrated:

I don’t quite know what went wrong when one of the clips was sped up, but I can’t be bothered to sort it out.

was fantastic. My only day off, woke up to glorious sunshine, made a nice healthy fry up, did some steady chilling with some lovely PG Tips, cooked some popcorn chicken at Smither’s musses’ house, watched a bit of Jimmy Cao & Dave Bachinsky then proceeded to Emsworth where it went off! Was hoping to film some stuff yesterday, but you know how it is. So instead here’s one from Cam that’s been on YouTube since November that I haven’t actually posted:

Friday was the longest day at college I have ever had to endure – got up at 6.45 and didn’t get home till about 11.30 due to having to sit through 3 hours of other people’s films at the premiere, where I showed the below trailer. Of course going the pub for a couple hours first helped ease the pain. After waking up for work with not enough sleep the day after, I was greeted by lovely weather for ducks, but not for camping, and a nice healthy cold. After copious amounts of free coffee at work I woke up enough to realize that the sun had burned through the clouds and shortly after I received a text from Cam saying camping is still on. A quick kip afterwards sorted me right out and I jumped in the car off to Asda to get booze, food and petrol. I then picked up Cam & Kurt and the 25 mile trip to Arundel from Portsmouth was spent listening to Journey and Metro Station (embarrassingly catchy song) and Cam not realizing that throwing glass Stella bottles out of the window was indeed a bad idea. The night unfolded as expected and was a proper laugh:

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Waking up with just 4 hours sleep, although admittedly I did sleep like a fucking log, I had to drive back uncomfortably over the limit with Cam in the passenger seat still drinking, which didn’t help matters. After getting to Sainsbury’s minutes too late for a fry-up, we dragged out bonfire stenched carcasses towards the hot deli where two chickens were bought for £6, which lasted Cam 5 minutes and me the rest of the day. At this point Cam thought that getting naked and doing as the Metro Station song suggested by “shaking it” on the way out of Sainsbury’s carpark would go down well with the rather attractive young girls of Chichester.

We then spent a good part of the afternoon asleep at Cam’s house and after we rose we decided we shouldn’t actually waste this glorious day and left the house to ‘chill’ at the common, which brings me nicely to my next anecdote. We were parked on the side of the road debating what to do as everyone had left before we even got there, and decided that coffee would go down a treat. As Cam was faffing about in the passengers seat rolling a fag or something, I started to reverse then almost straight away I hear Cam shouting “Stop!” accompanied by a rather loud sound of creaking metal. I look over to see the door bent backwards around a lamppost – apparently Cam hadn’t closed it and I was parked next to the only lamppost on the street, just my luck. After discovering that the door definitely doesn’t close, and barely opens for that matter, Cam phoned his mum’s boyfriend who knows a couple of things about cars. Using the only rope like material in the car, a hoody, the door was securely fastened through the window and sunroof. I had actually sobered up by this time in case you’re wondering.

Driving around roundabouts was interesting, but we did manage to get back to Cam’s without him falling out of the car. Discovering that the reason the door wasn’t closing was because it had been pushed towards the front of the car, therefore not aligned properly with the latch, Em (Cam’s Mum’s boyfriend) proceeded to pull the door back into place using some industrial rope wrench thing, but it took so much force he was pulling the car back through the handbrake.

After a good half hour he managed to get the door to close but with a fat gap at the top where it wasn’t meeting the roof – you could fit your whole hand into it. After some brute force and persistence we managed to get the door to be more or less waterproof, bar one small gap which I have sealed with bubble wrap and duck tape (well I haven’t yet, but I will), which was good because I was told that because the part of the car that the door hinges are attached to is actually bent back, it could make my car a write off. So now the door of my car sits wonky and every time someone needs to open the window they get a work out, but it’s all in good fun.

Jesus that was a long post.