24 Jan 2011

‘I’m in the spirit of Ali Toure, as I target more heads than a priest on Ash Wednesday’

So says Zack.

Today’s travellin’ music courtesy of these guys:

Though THIS is the best music to walk over the bridge to Southbank at sunset on a cold evening. For me, best song of the year so far.

14 Jan 2011

Poems are never finished, only abandoned.

(to paraphrase someone or other...)

Sanity: £1.99

It is always raining
As old men and
Old women slink out of their holes onto the grey streets
They jump at their own shadows
And pass each other by to run towards the money
Eyes clamped like a big cat just hours away from
Starving to death

Not even the raindrops can muster real strength
They are pathetic and dying
Useless as they come to rest upon eyelids and cheeks
I walk past a pile of clothing on the pavement
2 shoes
Police tape
And feel the walls around me grow higher
There is no one here worth a damn

And the best we can manage is to be
Pleasant and agreeable
Blending in to the point of fading

Nice is a blunt razor
Nice is the death howl of a cat under the car tyre
Nice is grit in your eyes
Cremation dust thrown into the air
It is walking a fine cotton thread long past
Breaking point

Yet here I am still balancing
No clue as to how or when or why
It is always raining
And the paving stones and warm soft tarmac
Treacle black
Dissolve within the monstrous winter

A bite is taken out of the moon
And the smiling crescent looks down at me
Sipping my expensive coffee
And hiding away to keep dry
There is no one else left to prove anything

Quote of the Day

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
Albert Camus


Forget the slam - this is all about the make. 100% commitment. Sick.

12 Jan 2011


Yes another YouTube clip - apologies. But when someone writes a really heartfelt piece, I like to acknowledge that by passing it on to everyone I can...

11 Jan 2011

Wax on - Jacket off



After a few days of pondering to avoid any rash statements, I have produced the worlds shortest ever movie review:

The 'new' Karate Kid tries to be too deep, has a love interest plotline with kids so young it borders on uncomfortable, and has been (sorry about this) urban-ised.

Mr Miyagi, the final fight and everything else aside, the original Karate Kid had Cruel Summer on the soundtrack. Which is a massive tune. The end.

I hate wall rides

I hate trying them - FS or BS - and not even getting high enough to slam properly, just running off them and feeling like I only started skating a month ago instead of 20 plus years... pah.

7 Jan 2011


Check out the Out of Stockwell blog, for updates on everyone’s favourite South London skatepark. Cheers to Adam for the link up.

4 Jan 2011

So, the 24 month countdown to this begins

...if you believe in that sort of thing. Though I suppose it's no less fantastical than a guy with a beard turning water into wine - or a guy with a beard landing reindeer on your rooftop. Today's 2 commuting albums were a bit infra red/ultra violet:

And to see if I can get my synapses firing back into fiction mode, I'm going to start tucking into this at lunchtime:

And unless someone wants to donate me a whole new setup so I can actually get out of the house and skate, that is all.