Tumblr = wank

I also found my old tumblr blog today so if what i had to say last year interests you in the slightest have a look here.

Blogger belongs to me....

I read about this in vice or dazed or somewhere a while back and instantly wanted to get my hands on a copy as the blurb sort of thing really sold it me, its basically a collection of photos taken in second world war and post war Belgrade. I know i often hype things up quite a lot but these are seriously some of the most moving and amazing photographs I've ever looked at and 'boogie' the photographer stands amongst Boris Mikailov and Corrine Day as one of my favourite photographers on the evidence of this book alone.

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Muscle penetration?

This is my recent drunken soundtrack of choice, literally every time i come in drunk and listen to some music to send me off to dreamland this seems to be it. Maybe its weird that i need music to sleep? anyways despite some overly homosexual references to 'penetrating tightening muscle' on who will its actually a pretty dang good album 'the sun is often out' being my favourite song on it by far. So basically I've yet again failed to write anything informative about this album but yeah go buy it/download it/steal it ( isn't downloading 'theft of music'?) no matter what you think of the man himself.

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Home sweet home.

I happily admit I've neglected updating this recently, but in my defence daily hangovers and sharing my bed with an ungodly amount of people aren't exactly a recipe for anything creative. Things started with the two day bmx,alcohol and jailbate extravaganza of budget jam 2009, things went off as usaul, the only negative thing being bruza's threatened prison sentance and subsequant £700 fine, apparently he's got some kinda fund going to help split the cost a bit so if you wanna help a brother out go here.

The week that followed has been somewhat of a blur but i've already had too much fun, drank too much, ate too little and done nothing constructive towards my history degree. I've also already reignited my hate for the city of plymouth but bahhhh looks like im here for the forseeable future so I fully intend to make the most of whats in truth a pretty good situation.

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Some choice photos...

I am the sexiest man in Jamaica...

I'm on quite a roll at the moment in terms of amazing weekends all popping up at once, should probably make the most of it as when old man winter comes along the summer will be nothing be a hazy memory, anyways i digress bestival was AMAZING. Without sounding too 'zen hippy/lame' the vibe was amazing and whilst I'm all for the guts and glory of reading it was refreshing to experience something completely new and slightly more chilled.

Anyways as per i really can't be bothered to write an article about it (my ambitions of journalism/authorship going the same way as the whiskey i drank went ) so I'd rather just write some highlights in beautiful bullet points.

-Getting to stay at isle of white zoo

- Going in the lemur cage and becoming king of the lemurs at said zoo, then getting anal secreted on by a lion for being a 'threat to its alpha male status'. What can i say my way with animals is amazing, why reject the call of nature?

-The chant of 'too many men, too many men' which followed us everywhere, why is still a mystery sometimes you just have to go with these things.

-Seeing passion pit

-Meeting a northern skateboarder called shaft who responded with 'ahhh yeahh' or 'is a bad motherfucker' everytime we sung his name.

-Skinny dipping in the sea at 10pm at night in full view of toms 3o year old cousin, poor girl.

-Our sick tent, the 'lychpit apache' which fell down in the night and was generally a calamity'

-The strippers and cuban dancers between bands, reading and glastonbury need that shit.

-The amount of beautiful girls in hotpants and other space 'themes' everywhere ( i was less stoked on the amount men in glittery leggings, the male equivelant of camel toe just isn't cool)

I think thats about all 12:15 am will let me remember.

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A pound for your time?

This weekend See's the annual bbq,beer,bmx and bitches fest that is Basingstoke's Budget Jam. Its run by possibly the two best people ever to pick up a bmx, Tom and James Bruza so you know its gonna be amazing plus if you can sling your bars or click your t's well enough you could win... wait for it.... an xbox 360, and probably a frame or two courtesy of pijin and carlito.

Being a local i've been pretty much every year and its always a good laugh, never all that serious and the afterparty is usually something else particularly if your partial to a bit of doobie and/or jailbate (being 19 i no longer consent to this). So if you can bring yourself, your bike, your bitches and of course your quid ill be the one trying to whiplash pissed.

oh and in case you were wondering the above photo is from the high hop comp at budget 2006, for reference of a sixteen year old me check out the kid in the blue hoody sat down in the bottom right, four pegs and strongy b's in tow (sigh) those were the days. oh and i have no idea who took this or even where it came from but does anyone really mind?

Peas