every month were gona bring you a chunk of old gold, strait outa the atc archives.
this trip was amazing, the first time id traveled with dicko, he nearley lost his eye playing silly twats with a lighter an a toilet roll an pume stacked like a deamon an even snaped is mountainwheelie skate, we were staying in a haunted shed to an it even had something writen on the back in blood, no shitin ya.
we spent most of our time listening to jazz, eating spoted mushroom an wresteling purple an green elfs, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
in our endless strugle to be as cool as the worlds big dogs like skateboarding, snowboarding an tiddleywinks, rails are gona be pretty important. an i like skating more than tiddelywinks so i thought id try an learn my favourite skateboard rail trick, it kinda worked out though it looked pretty shaby, but i thinks its a glimps into the future when there will be pissed up 10 year old kids smifin 20 set hand rails in a pair of shorts an a blindfold, pikeys!
bring on the progression ey
joke of the post :why is six scared of seven, because seven eight nine1
Its Friday night and I’m sat on a dirty sofa in Bristol feeling the inner city pressure.
There’s talk of a big night out on Saturday.. But I’m not really feeling paying £20 to get barged around by idiots while queuing for like three hours to get a pint, also have a brand new mountainboard with a fresh sticker job that needs a beasting.
So I get in contact with TK. He’s up at Bugs doing some shizz for his new board but is going down Calstock on Saturday and says he can pick me up from the services in Bristol in the morning.
Now Tom has a pro-board but no mobile phone that’s what you get when you’re a feral child brought up riding horses bareback and drinking rain water. So Saturday morning I call Tom’s house to see where he is and the man himself answers and says that he thought there was no way that I would be up in time, so he went on without me. This is normally true but I got up at ten thirty for the first time in ages.
Nothing for it but to get a train on which I pay £1 for a packet of crisps!
Tom picks me up from the train station and we get a cruise on.. Tom knows all the words to the new Rihanna song on the radio, ha.
Get to the woodland kirkman residence and get on some wholesome hearty hippie food.
We go down Calstock burgle Tuai’s house for spot lights and check out the ATC studio.
Get back to Tom’s playground and get a night session on.
Now no one smokes in Tom’s house and I’ve run out of rizla’s so that night I pull the back page out of the book of psalms to use instead and hope no one’s religious or finds out.
The next day I’m woken up with a cuppa and we decide to head into darkest Cornwall armed with a massive bag of pasties.
We pick Mick up from his mates house where he’s been on the elderflower wine the night before and has let one of the girls he was with put some makeup on him, only he hasn’t managed to get the eye liner off yet, to be fair he looks pretty sweet kind of like a pharaoh.
We arrive at our destination. Josh’s house and are greeted with a nice welcome. He has a sweet foam pit and kicker setup. Josh is super safe and so is his Dad and Mum she even warmed our pasties up!
We all ride until our knee’s ache and say goodbye to the Maddox’s.
I get Tom to go shop to get me some rizla and we go to the mini-ramp in St Annes. Tom rips it up on a old school toy skateboard, we all have alittle skate until the battery dies on the camera and finally the light goes.
Get back to the Kirkman crib and Barry is wearing a Dracula cape, he says he was wearing it for us but expected us back a lot earlier so he’s had it on for a couple of hours now.
Barry cooks us a healthy dinner but Tom refuses to eat baked potatoes. Barry says he needs some protein so he has prawn cocktail crisps instead much to my disgust.
Mick and Barry go to bed so me and Tom play Russian roulette with a loaded gun and drink some paint. We decide that’s boring and go back up to the ATC backyard and burn thing’s. We get a fire going well quick like good country bumpkins.
I ride for abit while Tom burns stuff then we sit round the fire and tell each other ghost stories…
Go back down the house eat some homemade bread and drink roobosh and edit the footage from the last 24 hours.
words by Laurie Barnes
joke of the post: whats brown and sticky? a stick!
this was ment to go up when we had just put them green hoddies up for sale but being the slackers we are weve only just got round to it. The basment skatepark started off a few years back with a scafolding plank an a few peices of scabby old ply proped up against the wall but now she’s flourished into something mega sweet, check it out!
huge thanksgo to tuais mum, who's name i cant spell for letting us make so much noise an being pikies in the lovely multi-coloured house.
