I heard 27 is the average age that dudes commit suicide, i know thats how old Mr Cobain was when he famously blew his brains out. My gran is going into hospital to get something minor done and then staying here to recover but something tells me she wont be able to go back home, knowing Lewisham hospitals record with the old folks. I spent my 27th birthday in a surreal environment. Tip toeing around my house so as not to disturb my parents who have both got some awefull bug that leaves them groaning, green zombies, wandering around, dropping unconscious and spontaneously projectile vomiting. I really hope i don't get it.Here's the photo quota. The rundown goes like this, Alex escaping the stress of trying to get a run in on a Tuesday with a 180 over a chair, Stan and Stan's bike posing before the super tight mini, Ted Nothing on Teddy's style 43 themed bike, ooo dat fool?, "Tom you look lost" "always", Pommefrite's!, Something about being able to predict when a dog will walk around the corner like a hitler lookalike might say when on day release, Like the taste of goats cheese will make you blurt out "it tastes like arse" infront of your French hosts and other guests at the Chateau maison O'hohihohiho!, Jungle theme'd "jungle!" ledge/rail combo, Its all about me, Barge and tugboat on a gloomy sunday... on a thursday, you'll find it in the most unlikelyest of places, easier to ride than that bloody miniramp, eye's on the prize.
I wish i could actually put these captions next to the photo's but that'd take away the challenge of assoiciation for my two dedicated readers, That chippys frankenstein, you know Old Pinny and his matey Jiminney whatsit. Hi didilee dee...
