The best thing about being a 28 (when this was posted I was 28) year old is the fact you can still thrash around on your skateboard – indoors, outdoors and if you’re legs are broken then fuck it, go buy that Tony Hawks game and it’ll not make it feel so bad.I’ve moved here to Canadaland on September 03, 2005. Seems like an eternity ago when my friends Willy, Barry and Rem took me to the train station and we all had a moment where it all sunk in and that was that. Carlo was leaving Liverpool, England. It was a sad day. My three best friends stayed up until about 4am to help me get my white ass to the train station. It was emotional I tell you that.
I am telling you about this because I can’t get friends like that ever again, these guys are the best. Moving here to Canadaland was exciting and I soon picked up with some new skateboarders and I thought this is gonna be cool. Alas they’re all potheads and not very motivated unlike my English friends who like a good drink (a piss up) and a good hard shralp around the streets or in the skatepark or travelling somewhere.
I’ve had some great times through skateboarding, travelled, done some good shit, done some bad shit, broke my ass and had a lot of fun doing it – I can’t complain.
When I have kids I won’t let them anywhere near a skateboard. Skateboarders are bad bastards. I know the shit they get up to. It also hurts, I’m gonna be complaining for the rest of my life because of the injuries I’ve picked up doing this shit – I don’t care. At least not now while I can still walk – which means I can still skate.
There’s nothing much to say. I mean, big up the LxBxP, Liverpool crew, all the kids who skate and anyone I’ve ever met who’s been down for some thrashin’. Peas n cheese. It’s all gravy innit lerd.