It's been a blur. Of music, of boards, of fun and bad influences (work? yeah that too). I have been well behaved though (for the most part). Although keep me away from Joe's bar in Chalk farm, we dont get along.
What was happening last time I wrote? It was March and I had just returned from a rather fun snowboarding trip in Austria with my good friend Nathaniel (skater, surfer & all round good egg). I was living opposite Chalk Farm tube station with the Canadian - Ryan, and life was hurtling towards Spring with reckless abandon and things were pretty good.
Looking back now, what has happened since accounts for some of the most intense months of my life. The midst of which I am still well and truly in amongst, and they're showing no sign of letting up! I knew 2012 was gonna be the shit! Much like I knew 2011 would suck large balls.
In the next couple of posts I will attempt to try and piece together the ups and downs to date. As ever, this is for my own jaded memory. But if anyone cares to read along the way, I have to ask, what's wrong with you?
March, April and May 2012 were relatively mellow, a calm before the storm, as each month got a bit busier. In April, I started skating the miniramp in Enfield again for some pumping exercise, I could really could see the benefits to my surfing. Especially for off the tops and generating speed down the line, yeeeeeeeeeah.
I would go late at night when the place was empty, the major downside to this being the ramp was half lit, half in darkness by the lights of the A10 road.
One weekend I hatched a plan to skate North London on a Friday night, surf the Newquay area with Tom all weekend and then snowboard Monday morning before work. To put it mildly I was fucking exhausted after that. But oh so happy. Next I'm gonna make it all happen in one day. Triple crown baby!
We surfed a heavy Fistral Saturday morning, Watergate with Nathaniel (fun) in the afternoon and Porthtowan (heavy, scary, localalized) Sunday night. Which was one of the best sessions I think I've ever got involved in, in Cornwall. Hollow, offshore and glassy. In a word, perfect. Dickhead locals all weekend though. (Please excuse car crash photo layout.)
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| deathtrap machine |
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| low tide Fistral |
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| the road to Portowan |
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| Porthtowan |
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| Lying seaweed forecast |
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| fake snow before work |
Newton's had a pretty sick early season workshop sale courtesy of those lovable bastards at Dangerous decks too down in Crystal Palace, lovely day! BBQ, lots of good people and I sold an old unused SMA deck that ended up in a collection too.
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| Santa Monica Airlines. Rehomed. |
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| sister and mama's cake (marzipan, yuck) |
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| South devon |
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| more south Devon |
Thats enough boring shit for now. June July and August got better. I think.
PS. Peace and happy 60th birthday to the mighty Joe Strummer. You along with many others are greatly missed and never forgotten.
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| stay free. |
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