Very Overdue Update Part I-Spain

Ok, I have been putting this off for way too long and now I have so much stuff to catch up that I will probably forget 90% of everything that happened, but whatever. I’m sure that nobody outside my immediate family really gives two shits about this blog, so to my parents and sisters – sorry I took so long!

So I think I have covered most of our Barcelona visit with my previous posts…the remaining thing we did there was get tattooed by the legendary El Monga. Things are pretty chilled when it comes to promptness in Spain so we got started a little later than expected, it was ok though. Buz got zapped first, while I chilled in the city because I forgot our hostel keys. A couple hours later he was done, and had a fresh new tugboat on his shoulder. There was no real reason for a tugboat, it just looked cool. There are many jokes that I could make in reference to him “tugging” certain things, but thats a little obvious. Monga did an awesome job and used some amazing colours. Unfortunately I didnt get any photos of it.

Then we had lunch and a siesta and it was my turn to get done…the stencil looked awesome but was fucking huge and we needed Monga and 2 other tattooers at the shop to get it placed correctly. They got it sorted eventually and then the 5 and a half hours of hell began. Most parts of the forearm weren’t too bad but the elbow was horrible. The fact that I had a lot of linework and solid black fill on it didn’t help. Oh well. We got through it with a minimum of breaks and I was really stoked with the end result. The long hours took their toll on me though and my whole arm and hand were extremely swollen for about a week afterwards. After the session we decided to get a browneye photo with Monga coz we are tattoo sweaters I guess. We tried to explain to him what Buz was going to do, but I guess his english didn’t include the word “brown eye” or “moon”…so we set the camera on timer and just before it flashed, Buz dropped his pants….and Monga freaked out! He started yelling “EY! What the FUCK MAN! WHAT THE FUCK!” and I started getting scared until he began laughing. Lucky!

 

We also did check out the musical fountains on one of our last night in Barcelona and it was really cool. We walked down there with the other people from our hostel room and it was pretty funny bro-ing down with Grant and teaching him to say goat and sweater. When we got there it was nothing like what I was expecting…it was huge. The water was all lit up and was shooting up in pretty formations in time with some classical music pieces that were playing through some enormous sound system hidden in trees. There were thousands of people there too, but we still managed to pull a sneaky browneye for the collection haha! I have also included a photo of Buz and our new mate Grant Denyer from the Today Show on the walk there.

Oh! We also found a crazy porn shop just down the road from our hostel haha. It had a very broad range of products, including a few things we were pretty shocked to find…..apparently it is legal in Spain to sell ANIMAL PORN AND SHITTING PORN! There were whole walls full of DVDs of girls pumping dogs, horses, goats, etc…and even worse was the section featuring chicks getting shit on while being pumped. Seriously messed up. But I guess there is a big demand for it coz they had heaps of it. And downstairs from the porn shop was a massive peepshow arena with about 30 booths for watching porn in, and of course the peepy itself. We were keen to check it out coz we were thinking that all the girls in Spain are so hot that these ones would be too…..but we were wrong! They were super gross and didn’t actually do anything in the show at all…they spent the whole time using sign language to offer blowjobs for 60 Euros haha. We freaked out and bailed out of the booths, only to be confronted with about 12 crusty old men hanging in the lobby area smoking cigars and just generally chilling in the porn area. One of them came up to Buz and started making hand-to-mouth gestures….we didn’t know if he was asking for something, offering something, or pimping for something, but Buz semi panicked and we got outta there and back to the hostel.

That about covers it for Barcelona…we were only there for 5 days but it was a pretty cool city for the most part. Here are a few photos from stuff that I mentioned in previous Spain posts…oh and a picture of where Buz and I slept on our first night in Barcelona. Comfy!

Spain Part II

We are having a rough one in Spain. The room we are staying in at our hostel has filled up and now has 8 people including us staying in it. It´s kind of a strange mix of people but I guess thats to be expected. There are 2 other Australians apart from Buz and myself…a bloke-ish curly haired bearded guy who we have named Grant, and a hessian pc eco-warrior ginge lady who we have named The Ginge. Grant is kind of a legend and says things like “the Spainish are sketchy pricks” and does solo missions on his hired pushbike to the beach to see chicks. The Ginge is pretty hard to deal with…she is travelling with her Danish husband and they are an odd couple. She used to be a street beggar for Greenpeace or something and is extremely PC and nerdish, but the Danish husband is vaguely racist and nationalistic and is a skydiving instructor. She was giving us a spiel about how great seeing the world is and appreciating multiculturalism etc, and the Dane busts out “multiculturalism is fucked, my country is being invaded” etc etc in this angry rant, which she hated. We loved it.

The other room-mates are the 2 dutch chicks who speak about 5 languages each including perfect english. We have named them Dutch 1 and Dutch 2 coz we can´t pronounce their names. They go out everynight and rage til the early hours, then come home and get their jugs out before bed. Its weird. The last room-mate is a small wing-nut Brazillian guy who we named Nuz coz he looks like Nuz. He talks about “boobs not in bras” all the time and is nerdish and strange.

Today we got up early to take advantage of the free breakfast at the hostel and it was shocking. We got a glass of horribly over-sweet juice concentrate, a bowl of coco-pops in tepid milk, and some awful pastry thing in a plastic wrapper. Then we got ready and headed across the city to Mongas tattoo studio, but when we got there we were told he was “sick” today and we would have to come back on Monday. Seriously off it. So we ended up jumping on a train and exploring some bits of the city including the Arc De Triomf. We also went to a park that had a large pond in it, and to be funny we hired a row-boat and paddled around on the pond haha. A couple of chick saw us and went and got their own boat and were doing burnouts around the pond following us and giving us the greedy eye…then they paddled up near us but were rowing the wrong way so I said “Youre going backwards” and they did some weird giggle thing and said “Italiani?” to which I replied “Errrr…..” and we rowed away. I also climbed out of the boat onto a tree in the middle of the pond and Burrey thought it was funny to leave me there while he rowed around a bit.

After that we walked around a bit longer and are now back at the hostel being bored. We are going out somewhere tonight to see some fountains or something that light up and have breakdancing haha. Oh and everyone in Spain wears MC-Hammer pants, seriously.

Photos will be chucked when I get on a PC with a USB port.

Spain Part I

So we arrived in Spain at about 1am last night…realising that there were no trains or shuttles back to the city and nowhere to stay even if we could get there, we decided to sleep on the ground. It was cold and hard and pretty rough. We each got a few hours sleep though so it was alright. We also didn´t get robbed which was a bonus!

Anyway we jumped on the first train we saw and made it into the city, bought a map for way too much, and after walking a long long way and sweating a lot we found out hostel. Turns out we couldn´t check in for several hours so we missioned to the other side of town to find El Monga´s tattoo shop. We went the wrong way again but eventually found it, only to be told that Monga wouldn´t be in til 4pm. Great. So we did the lengthy trip back to the hostel which is where we are now, waiting to be able to check into our room.

Spain is very warm and humid, but pretty nice from what little we´ve seen. The city has some serious sketchy parts though with the most derro housing blocks i´ve ever seen. Most outstanding thing so far has been the many attractive senoritas here. They are everywhere! They are all beautiful but all the dudes here are filthy goats with mullets, I don´t know how it works.

Will update and post photos soon…

Oh and Buz tried his first Spanish today – he said GRAZIE which is thankyou in Italian to some shop chick hahaha.

France, Monaco and Italy Part II

The last couple of days have been really good. We’ve been chilling in the french mansion for a while but yesterday we went for a drive down the road past Monaco and across the border to Italy. It feels really weird being able to drive for 25 minutes and go through 3 countries!

When we got to Italy we went to the San Remo markets. San Remo is a nice little town on the coast and its where the brand of pasta comes from. WOW. The markets were alright, pretty standard clothes and stuff…just being sold by Italians. There was also a massive crew of black dudes from Sierra Leone or something all carrying like 50 bootleg LV handbags and heckling gringos to buy them. Apparently this isn’t legal though coz every now and then you would see a bunch of them running away from something and then a couple of Italian police would appear around the corner haha.

We hung at the markets for a bit and got some shitty pasta, but then I made a great discovery….ITALIAN COKE CANS ARE HUGE! They’re 500mls of pure euro goodness, soooo much better than shitty English swill.

After the markets we drove up into the Italian mountains for hours…we went through all these amazing little cliff-top towns with buildings all stacked on top of each other and little old Italian women walking up the steepest slopes. They stared at us a lot and would openly point at us and talk to each other. We also randomly discovered this walkway down to the clearest, coldest mountain water pipe. I have never tasted anything like it. Nearby to the pipe there were some concrete bunker-type things built into the slope and I wanted to see what was in them so I climbed down and got one open that had the padlock rusted off. I opened the heavy steel door and at first in the dark I thought there was fabric or something on the walls coz they seemed to be rippling….but then I opened the door more to step in and when the light hit it I realised the walls were COVERED in hundreds and hundreds of massive fucking spiders! They were all running and going mental and I yelled and jumped out of the door way and Burrey filmed me and laughed. I walked up the slope and he asked me what was wrong and I panted “It was full of spiders….big, hairy, Italian spiders….with gold chains around their necks!” and he thought that was funny. I am a funny guy.We got a few photos, and of course added to the browneye album-

This morning we got up early and went into La Turbie which is a little village/town thing up the road. It’s very traditional and pretty and has an old monument that was around in Julius Caesar’s time that marked the French/Roman border. We spent a little while strolling around the little laneways and looking at french things like the funny little cars they drive. We also bough some fresh baked baguettes to complete our Frenchness.

We also passed the finest hotel in Europe…the HOTEL BOBBY. I saw the sign and laughed so we decided to be gringos and get a photo with it, which meant turning around and crossing a busy road full of french fruits who can’t drive. They were going mental and started honking at us and swearing in french and italian and doing this super gay little wanking hand gesture at it, which we found amusing so we started doing it back and yelling really smart things like “Ey fucka you French guy!” and laughing while they got dead off it on their funny little scooters. Anyway it was all worth it for this-

After a little while looking around the village we found this amazing old church and sussed inside it. It was hundreds of years old and had some old skulls in glass cases. It had hundreds of candles and was probably better than most English churches we saw-

When we got home Burreys mum used our fresh baguettes to make lunch with, which I was stoked about. Little did I know that she was going to use the biggest french steak you’ve ever seen, as well as half a jar of mustard, to make mine. I have never seen so much meat. At least it wasn’t horse meat which they love over here. I apologise to my vego and vegan friends for the following picture.

Then this afternoon we went for a drive to Monaco in Tony’s porsche and it was mental. The car itself was ripping and went very fast….we were going 145 miles an hour through one tunnel! It also attracted attention and some chicks seemed to be interested in what we had to offer until they glimpsed our heads haha. Tony is basically a millionaire legend who smokes cigars and encourages us to “pick up some crumpet” when we go to town.

Monaco is crazy. Its this tiny little principality on the coast of France that only has 2 square kms of area but has a population of almost 35,000 because there is no income tax there and all the world millionaires go there to be even richer. I have never seen so much money in one place. Every car, house, building and person was worth more money than I can imagine. Anyway we drove around the formula 1 racing track which was cool and even though we were in a fast car, I freaked out thinking how the F1 drivers do it at like 250kms an hour. My dad will stoked that I saw the track I think.

Anyway we are at home now chilling after eating pancakes for dinner. Burrey was trying to talk to his girl Amanda on his iPhone but it was being pooey so he got cranky-

Then his mum told him his head was very wrinkly and ugly, which made him feel even worse because he has recently developed self esteem issues due to his appearance in photos I have taken haha. He believes his head is gnarled and hideous like an old tree root. I agree. But to cheer him up we took some “gayboy” photos for his mum. Its a strange relationship. Please note I am wearing my bike hat that was thrown to spectators and the Tour De France.

Speaking of Burrey, he has been having “night sweats” again. He woke me up last night at some ridiculous hour to come and see his bed…..it was soaked, including all the blankets, sheets and pillows. He claimed he had been sweating alot due to his swine flu and AIDS but I don’t believe him. Check out the ring cheeks in the stain haha-

France update

We were supposed to drive to Italy and Monaco today but somehow Burrey got sick again and has spent the day shivering in bed while I do chores around the house and yard haha. Highlight of the day was meeting the attractive Moroccan maid…unfortunately her name was Uder.

France Part I

We arrived in Nice, France a couple of days ago and are chilling at Burrey’s mums house. It is a legit mansion on a big rocky mountain 500 metres above sea level that has the most unbelievable view over the Mediteranean. I have honestly never been in a house this good, I feel like I shouldnt be allowed inside and am waiting for someone to ask me to leave haha. Its a 3 or 4 level French palace with heaps of bedrooms, 2 kitchens, various living and dining rooms, a pool, a built in CINEMA, and a mercedes and porsche in the garage. They are having renovations done to it so there are also a bunch of french and brazillian guys hanging around building stuff all day and we don’t know how to speak to them so we just say “uh hey” and they say something in french or portuguese back. This is me posing with the house, shortly before I jumped off the railing in front of me into the pool below-

Yesterday we drove to a place called Ville De Franche or something which is this beautiful old medievel village on the coast that has been built into a fancy touristy type place. We drove there with Burreys mum and the streets are so narrow and winding its crazy. We went and got ice cream and ate it on the harbour and I had to say my first french word to a french guy – “merci” – when he gave me my ice cream. I felt very embarrassed. Then today Burrey’s mum introduced me to some french guy and he started going mental chatting to me in french and i panicked…all I could say was “er….hello”. I think I am dead in germany.

We went for a drive down the road today to look around and decided to hop out and take some more cheesy gringo photos. As you can see we also were lucky enough to snap a few more Browneyes Round The World. Take note of the patented  “Burrey-Lookback”, that really brings the photo together. We have also named his ring “The Bulldog” for obvious reasons haha. The Bulldog is a good friend of ours. We actually managed to convince Burrey’s mum to take a photo of me and The Bulldog at a lookout point!

Also today I drove a left-hand drive car for the first time and it was kinda scary. You get used to it quickly though.

We spent this evening in the mansion alone while Burreys mum and Tony were out having dinner with other millionaires. We watched some Band Of Brothers on the cinema screen, ate some pasta while looking at the ocean, and did some pool jumps and chilled in the water listening to Taking Sides and Restraint and got sprititual. Life is great. Oh and it turns out I will be heading home a couple of months earlier than I planned, due to a certain best mate getting married and having a kid….but thats all top secret.

To end this post, I will include a photo I took of Buz at his grandparents place the day before we left England. HEYYYYA BURREY-

Lincolnshire Part III

Tonight is our last night in Lincolnshire and our last night in England. Tomorrow afternoon we fly over to France to eat baguettes and get written off for not speaking French. I am syked to go see new things but England has been awesome, i’m really glad I came and hopefully I can get back here for the London Tattoo Convention in september to see some amazing tattooers and catch up with UK mates again.

Yesterday we drove out to Belvoir Castle (pronounced BEAVER haha). I was thinking it was gonna be another old ruined type thing but its actually still a fully functioning house where the Duke of Rutland and his family live. It must be hard living in such a ~small~ house.

Even though the family still lives in the house, you’re allowed to go in a do a tour of some parts of it and look at all the royal junk everywhere. Unfortunately they don’t allow photos so we couldn’t get any from the inside. It was basically just a massive fancy manor full of useless but valuable things that probably never even get touched, such as a 150kg solid silver wine cooler and hand painted Chinese wallpaper in the spare bedrooms. After we looked around inside we went out into the gardens and contemplated how this guy the Duke has never worked a day in his life, and yet lives in an actual CASTLE and all he ever does is find things for him and his family to spend their fortune on and not get bored. Rough life.

Also while we were outside, there were 2 retarded men and their carers enjoying some fruit nearby. One of the dudes was in a wheelchair and started going mental over his mandarin and was basically doing what Timmy from South Park does, except he was saying “Burr-UHH!” over and over and it sounded a bit like Burrey haha. Buz’s granny scolded us for laughing at first but then she did an impression of the noise and we laughed even harder.

We had a look around the gardens and took a couple of cheesy happy snaps, and even managed to get not one but TWO royal browneyes!

Then today we went down the road to a nearby go-kart track that Buz’s uncle used to own. I had never driven one before and was kinda scared but it was funny getting done up in all the serious gear like jumpsuits and helmet and gloves. I was thinking they were gonna be the usual tame ones with bumpers and stuff but they were actual proper karts and it was kinda mental. On our second lap Buz tried to overtake me and spun out off the track haha. Burrey decided he could be a formula 1 racer one day and I realised I was born to be a drift king. While he was shaving seconds off his lap times, I was drifting all over the track like it was midnight in Tokyo.

So anyway, we leave England tomorrow and its been good. We will be saying goodbye to Grandma and Brian and thanking them for all that we have seen and learned. I learned many things from Brian, including the difference between a “Bap” and a “Butty”…they’re both just bread rolls.

Lincolnshire Part II

Yesterday we travelled to a nearby town called Boston to visit St. Botolph’s church, aka “The Stump”. Its a massive church and tower that was built 700 years ago and is almost 100m tall.

We checked out the inside of the church for a while which was the most intricate and ornate that we have seen so far.

 

We had been planning to climb the tower coz Burrey’s granny used to do it all the time back in the day and said it was good, but when we got there we found out it cost £3 just to do it. Such a rort. It wasn’t like they provided a guide or even any information or anything, they just charged us like 6 bucks each to climb 250 stone spiral steps haha. Very typical of The Church I suppose. We did end up forking out and trekked up the very tight and narrow stairway. Burrey got all hot and bothered and a little claustrophobic, you can probably see why-

On the way up we passed a whole shitload of graffiti scratched into the stone in the stairwell. There was even some really old names that were properly engraved really deep into the stone that were pretty cool. At first I thought the one below had a pentagram in it and got excited, thinking it was some ancient satanic graffiti….but it was just a star haha.

Eventually we reached the top and it was an awesome view, you could see for miles and miles around. Unfortunately, Buz is afraid of heights and shit himself immediately after stepping out onto the narrow stone ledge. He ended up creeping very slowly to the way down without even looking over the side haha. I jumped up and down next to the edge and he freaked out.

On the way out we managed to take a couple more semi-blasphemous happy snaps. I felt kind of bad about it because it was such a nice building but i’m going to hell anyway so whatever.

The days are very long here and it doesn’t get dark until around 10:30 or 11 at night, so we went for a walk around the village. We walked down the road and out of the town part and found all these really nice fields that cover most of the countryside in this area. The field that we walked past was full of some kind of grain, maybe wheat or something…we got in there for some spiritual live-life photos and it was great.

Lincolnshire Part I

We have been in Lincolnshire for a couple of days and are having a good time, Buz likes it a lot more here than the city. Its way more like the typical English countryside that you read about or see on TV. Its very green and there are a lot of crop fields with ancient rock walls and narrow winding roads. Burrey’s grandparents live in a tiny village called Caythorpe that reminds kinda of the village from that show Heartbeat…there are lots of nice old stone houses and hedges etc. Every person in the village seems to be either a primary school kid or an old person, and everyone hangs in the 2 pubs each night.

Also on the first day we were here, we saw a hedgehog!! It was only a young one and was pretty small and cute, it had crawled into the empty swimming pool in the front yard looking for water and couldnt climb out again. We watched it running around for a while and then Burrey  got some garden gloves and went Steve Irwin and rescued it. He was kinda scared coz it curled up into a ball and started hissing at him but he did get it out-

Since we’ve been here we’ve travelled around checking out some old churches in the area. Apparently Lincolnshire is quite well known for its old religious sites. Both Burrey and myself are strongly anti-religious but we’ve both been nerding it up getting syked on the old buildings. Its also cool and kinda humbling looking at the old graves and the dates on them. In the first tiny churchyard we went to, there were graves and headstones dating back hundreds of years, including one of a ten year old girl who died in 1785…thats years before the first fleet even landed in Australia. Burrey is a baby and gets creeped out by the graves but I like them. It was pretty amazing seeing several generations of family spanning centuries all buried close to each other. Deep in the cold, cold ground….

We also went to St. Helens church, which has bits of it that were built back in the 13th century. Its this massive gothic looking building with hundreds of carved-stone gargoyles and lion heads and decorative eves all over it-

It was really beautiful inside too, with lots of amazingly detailed paintings and illustrated panels, stained-glass windows and carved wood fittings.

The church was empty except for us so I decided to explore through some of the doors and little passageways behind the pulpit and I happened to find a little changeing room with an old rack of choir-type smocks and coats that were all dusty. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since someone wore them, even though they were hung on hooks with old name labels. I called Burrey into the room and showed him what I had found-

Then we decided to be even naughtier and got into some sweet matching robes…mine was a little small for me. We came out into the main church part and imagined being pastors of our flock, and Buz’s granny even thought it was so funny that she took photos of us and got us to print them out for her to put on the fridge haha! I don’t know if this counts as blasphemy-

When we were leaving the church, we signed the guestbook and Burrey wrote “Very interesting and fun outfits” hahaha.

Later that day we headed to Nottinghamshire to see the ruins of Newark Castle. Its a huge old stone castle that was built some time around 1120AD. Most of it has crumbled now but its still pretty cool to look at. I have no idea how they built such a massive thing almost a thousand years ago. All the doorways and entrances are quite low because people used to only be about 5 feet tall back then. Burrey and I explored it and imagined how cool it would have been to smoke roundheads with arrows and boiling oil from the turrets haha.

We took some sweet posing photos with the highest turret tower and even got to add another chapter to our book of Browneyes Round The World haha…but we had to be sly coz Buz didn’t want his granny to see. I’m pretty sure she did anyway-

London Part IV

This will be my last London post, because I am having trouble remembering the order of everything we did so I am just gonna chuck it all in together.

One goal that we have had during our trip is to create a gallery of “Browneyes Round The World”. So basically we’ve tried to get as many photos of Burrey’s ring posing at famous sites. We are very mature haha. We have done pretty well so far, if you look closely you can see that Burrey even pulled off a sly browneye in front of Buckingham Palace, which was scary because there was about 20 cops and palace guards with machine guns all around us. So here are the ones we got from London…Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, and Buckingham Palace-

I will be continuing to add further browneye successes!

So anyway, other things we did in London…

Obviously we visited Buckingham Palace and Big Ben. They were both pretty cool to see, but very gringo. In this photo, you can see how stoked Burrey was when we found Buckingham-

It’s pretty massive and cool to look at, but the whole time I was there I was thinking about how there was this gigantic complex with probably several hundred staff employed full time just so some old lady can sit around and probably use about three of the rooms in the house. Plus it made me get frustrated all over again that Australia voted against becoming a republic in the last referendum. We watched the guards hanging out the front doing nothing. They have to stand there all day at attention and not move except for when they get to do a little parade walk about 10 metres to the left then back again.

There was a nice big monument thing in front of Buckingham that had some large sculptures on it. We did the mature thing and sat in the lap of a large man statue and posed with some lion balls-

Big Ben was kinda cool too, but again there was a lot of cops because it’s right near the houses of parliament.

While we were looking at it, some English crazy lady came up and asked if we were American, and we said that we were Australian. I think she thought we said something else coz then she said “Oh we don’t want you here, go home.” Burrey kinda half laughed and I told her to fuck off. Then she asked again where we were from and we said Australia again, and she goes “Ohhhh…yes my daughter married Kangaroo Boy. Do you think I could find a husband over there?” And we said we didn’t think so haha. Then she sweated us for another 5 minutes, rambling some crazy talk about “Kangaroo Boy” and how she needed a husband. We got tired of her and bailed to buy an ice cream, where the guy serving sweated on us about our tattoos. Thats another surprising thing about London, there aren’t many people with tattoos at all, and we got stared at quite a lot for looking like scumbags. One shop we went into turned completely silent and every single person watched us as we bought drinks from the 4 serving staff who all stood at the counter and looked at us. The girls over here also hate the look of us haha and most will not even look our direction, let alone make eye contact.

Anyway, near Big Ben we found a statue of Nelson Mandela, aka our good friend Bluey from Street Youth, so we got some happy snaps with him-

So after spending some quality time with Bluedog we headed off to find our way back to the station to go home. We somehow stumbled into a large park full of trees and a big lake etc. We weren’t sure which way was out so spent a while with our large map that only Burrey is able to read-

Anyway we wandered around in this park for a while and it was actually really nice. There were all these deck chairs laid out on the lawns for people to go and chill in the sun in. We bought some drinks and the girl who served us was a little latina looking chick about 12 years old, who is going to be an absolute stunner when she grows up. I’m pretty sure she winked at Burrey when he bought his ice cream.

In this park I finally got to see my first squirrel!! I was syked. They’re pretty much considered tree rats over here but I like them. This one was really tame and came up to get food from us. Buz offered it some chocolate but it didn’t like it-

After hanging with the squirrel, we walked through the park and came across a bridge spanning this man-made lake full of ducks and water birds with all these weeping willows on the banks and it was very English and pretty so we got syked and did a crab dance all over the bridge-

 

The day before we left London we travelled out to a new tattoo shop called Jayne Doe to get tattooed by the notorious Simon Edge. We had a cool time at the shop hanging with Simon and meeting the rest of the crew there, and got some ripping London tribute binges. Burrey was feeling sick again afterwards coz he is a baby, so he went back to Ola’s for vegan cupcakes. I stayed out with the bois and went to a show at a venue called the Cro-Bar. It was a weird show with only one band, a kind of semi-instrumental stoner rockish band who were pretty good. Apparently the Cro-Bar is the regular hangout for all the London edge-breakers, of which there are many haha. It was definately a weird crowd at the show, lots of crusts and metalheads and regular looking people all mixed together. After the show we walked to the next suburb to get pizza for dinner and Cole drunkenly challenged some kid with a red afro that he could land a kickflip on the kids board. Well he couldn’t land it and almost fell into the road and got hit by a taxi haha. After that I headed back for cupcakes too and hung with Ola for our last night in London.

The next morning Ola came and woke us up to say goodbye and was confronted with 2 filthy half naked dudes looking something like this-

We said our sleep-maggot goodbyes and hugged her goodbye in our boxers, which made her blush but definately secretly thrilled her a little haha. She had not seen so much boy skin in many years.

So that was basically our London visit. There was lots more that we did but I can’t remember or be bothered to write it all down now. We caught a train up to Grantham and are now hanging at Buz’s grandparents place.

Thanks to all the people we hung with in London, we had a great time. Hopefully I will be back in september to hang again for the convention!

XXX