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on our 'olidays this year, we went to Worksop, Bradford & Huddersfield...oi vey!
quickly, to north Nottz...

where the d.i.y. tatt's are in full swing...me - "are them needles new ones, mate" him - "nah, its alreet though, cos I boiled 'em" me - (yikes!)
"TRUCKS LOOSE, WOMEN TIGHT" - no regrets!
Ramsden reservoir, in glorious Huddersfield
where all styles of outdoor ware are adhered to...parkas, cosmic space waistcoats, etc
Tim Smit
Kieran - f/s tailslide
Rod - no-comply to the same
Bambi - bluntside 270 in, believe it or not...
Rees, Son of Rees - nozbluunt skid
glory-hole
discussing the possibilities of dying on the way down...
testing the theories
Kieran front-rawking on the edge
Son of Rees, amidst the cosmic undergrowth
ancient pagan riiites
magick charms
Kieran holds fast and dives in...somehow I managed to have two cameras with me, each with film in...that's almost as rare a thing as ollieing into this wall
Rees - geggs assisted f/s smith in the deep at Hebden Bridge
Cockney Mare - Slash & Burn
Bambi rasps a backside smith around the corner, as somewhere across town, a gang of rabid feminists deface Ted Hughes name from Sylvia Plath's gravestone
the simple life

Josh. You hit the road, and often, the road hits you back...The North Will Rise Again!
Dead in the Woods last ever gig at the glorious Stuckonaname Studios, Sneinton, Nottingham. Here, Andy can be seen yelling about Cosmic Space Crust, or some other such thing...
Zombie Stu, F/S Hollie straight over Jerry Vincent Price. Blimey!
La Familia Kolakovic
0800-Hot-Neil (and his aura)
so, this little kid who lives down our street asked me if I could fix up his skateboard for him...and here it is. Lo & behold, Bobby Puleo has a sweet new street model out...this picture also featuring a fleeting glimpse of Lemmy...
seen here in all her feline glory (Lemmy, not Sarah)
"look, just like what humans do..."
Lem's been through the wars, like...her inverse belly Mohawk bares witness...
when it's raining outside, get yer abandoned warehouse swagger on (and if yer Bernacki, an extra pair of clogs to boot)
'A' iz for Adzam
towering bean-plant to fakie is the sort of thing you used to read in Sidewalk Magazine, c. 1996...I've got no idea what the trick Adz is doing is called however...
the lesser spotted Sasquanch, kick-flipping to fakie on a spot even shitter than it looks...
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