london calling

right then. it's m-focking cold out there. i don't ski under zee-ro. and, even if gus is out there riding still . . . . i mean i was his age once too and i lived by bike - god bless that dude. he is a peters - what else is there to say - he rules as do they all.

so then, before i return to blogging proper when the temps rise, nicky insists i throw one more pic up as we hide out in the house looking at old images. here is nicky's old dad throwing down hard with a barking layback lipside at an underground sk8spot near the legenday Slam City Skates shop in london. even in this day of flippy-rail-slides and so on in sk8ing, this bad-ass old-skool move will guarantee instant cred.

back to blogging proper tommorrow or later this week !! sorry for the slide show !!





PS will your wife mtn bike 6 hrs a day for a month in remote locales of the UK, covered in sheep shit as russell wisely insinuated - and then hang out at total dirtbag london underground sk8spots full of various undesireables when she could be shopping ?? choose wisely, my friends.