Some dude took a shit behind this place. His kids were just hanging out waiting for him to finish.

People are strange.

I am going to attempt to upload new episodes to this thing when I get chance. Right now I just want to skate the bowl and fuck everything else off, so if I make anything it may be here.

Laters skaters.

Permanent Stranger

The human faeces lies beneath.

Black eyed punches. Your aim is off.

Get out of here.

Burn it down. Down to the fucking ground.

We were worried you wouldn't find us, but I knew you'd come.

Go home now, I've waited long enough.

Chicken.

Full to the brim, this train is bound for glory.

All routes lead me here.

Remain in the the light, we all wish to see your face.

Discarded and without future, here is where we make our home.

It's a lifetime pass between thank you and fuck you.

Eyes sunken, lungs heavy, you have no choice but to continue.

I see nothing but desire, I see nothing but expectancy.
I see a look once forgotten. I see a ship that sails with me.

Every man's path is beset by the cursed and the damned. Between this and the path of glory there are no subtle differences, it's just depends on how you navigate it.

Welcome to the shadowlands.

I am hunted. I am found.

No half measures, drink it all up.

Nothing left to fear, but some ugly memories.

I forgot how you looked that day.

You turned your back, you bowed your head. You learned me the hard way.

Don't pretend you don't know why your here again.

Smile. Ignore. Hold your hands down, and walk straight.

Crawl into the dark, and hold out your hands.
We've been waiting here for you, forever.

Choking on the splinters, looking forward to our past.
Head down soldier, the cuts are deeper here.

In the cuts,
In the bruises,
In the valleys of the seas,
In the heartaches and the longings,
is where we ought to be.

Live in a book, Live in a film,
A photograph, a picture, a moment.
Do it for your own and God's sake, live anywhere but here.
Live anywhere but now.

Hytheside 2008 R.I.P

5 minutes stolen back.

In production, and for those of you who have time to wallow.

If you skate this spot. Then show it some respect. Perhaps then we may even get to keep a spot, before the scum and the dogs take another one from us.

Bring a broom, and brew and your golden. More to come, any financial donations welcome.

Famous.

Tulips in the rain.

Lest we forget.

There is no loss. There is no regret.

'Cutthroats' is now officially done. Went there today and got ticketed for trespassing and the threat of a burglary charge?

Whatever. Just another spot rinsed by pointless bureaucracy. This place was a fucking wasteland piled high with rubble, old decaying metal and other shit left from the demolition of a building made in the 40's.

It hasn't been developed on, and just sits there dormant and empty. All it takes is one jobsworth secruity, some friendly Police and a lot of red tape and there's another one to scratch off the list.

R.I.P HK/GF

This is "Cut-throats". Its pretty gnarly getting in, but is super fun to skate. The transistions are haggard and all thrown to together with 'reclaimed' bits and pieces. Built with a hand saw, nails and some tetnus shots.

Don't let them stop you. Hythe Knives / God's finest.

"I told you Johnny, I ride solo"

"Get the fuck out of here, we ride as one."

An onlookers view of the descent.

With every campaign, there is inevitably casualties.

Tetanus is back, and the wave is black.

I look good without a shirt too.

Spat out of the stink. The river continues to enrich its visitors.

Fuck Bonnie and Clyde.

This is Derek and Klaus.

Get living it, you fuckers.

The piano has been drinking. The cigarettes have all been talking.

Need to work on this spot, make it actually rideable, and well just session friendly.

Rock and roller for the Ayatollah.

This spot was giving out love as much as it was taking folk down. If you ain't skated it, do so soon, it was like fucking Vietnam down there yesterday.

Dog shit block still holding on.

Veran's all over Dog shit, how about you?

D.S Block. First session. Veran kills it.

Breaking rocks in the hot sun, I fought the law and, well I might well have won this time?

We at it again kids, D.S Block hopefully finished soon.

( Out of towners, You won't find it. )

Sam shot this back in '88. Danforth a little south of Knifetown.

We own you.

Sometimes your friends slam and you laugh your arses off, because its funny as hell. Other times your friends take a tumble and that shit is stone cold and no one makes a pip.

Here's to fun times.

What once was.

No more, "I love you's."

The minute you question why your doing something, thats when you stop.

It just sometimes, theres no capping the hunger. It's like a tapeworm.

Any spot, any time. The smug takes it.

Shut up and skate.

Keep it basic, nothing looks better than the basic.

Pop, ride, hold on. 65mm True's.

Chill back for the Vern gurn.

I got the bug.

Here today, gone tommorow. Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

Hytheside 3 R.I.P.

One small step.

This shit's for life. Crew deep.

"I'm young, attractive and I don't give a fuck."

The tried and tested. Low flying jolly green giant.

In these parts, its the law of the knife. Frontside pivots deep in the bayou.

Most of our heroes, don't appear on no stamp.

This is 'Insectiside'. Enjoy looking.

You can't always get what you want , and if you try sometime you find, you get what you need.

Photo courtesy of MJH

Well are we?

Hythe for life, holmes.

The end started last week, your late.

Gnaughty

Blender.

Things are easy, when the lines are blurred.

This place has taken a beating recently, its kind of the only really good spot in Colchester, and its not even in the Hythe. Went there yesterday, drunk some beers and just pissed around.

It's funny how somedays its good to go to spot where you feel at home, where you actually enjoy skating with a group of people as opposed to mithering around for something that may produce one or two tricks for video. Skateboarding is all about exploring new things and new avenues, but its also about recognising something good in what you've got.

Apparently we'll be seeing this place in national press soon enough, so don't expect it to last, but what do I know I think looking like Freddy Mercury is a good thing.

One D.Way 88

In solitude we find our place.

"I just need a quick sip of water, just a little bit."

Petersen & Karma

Petersen and Karma

Don't think about the time it takes to get to where you go when you die, just try to live whilst your alive.

Life will show you the rough, the dark, the hollow, the eclipse and the never, and if it does, ride it out. Barefoot.

Large and incharge.You can't practice style.

Why do birds suddenly appear, everytime you are near?

Casualties of the war.

Albeit the wave rumbles on.

In the shadows of your mind is where he lurks.

The yearning for the sea is never so great, as when the sun burns and the nights grow late.

I won't make the same mistakes,
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes,
(And function)
Function is the key
Inside the waiting room.

Together in electric dreams

Together in electric dreams

We wax and wane

Carrying prose
Broke my real friend
The devil might steady
We wax and we wane
The devil might steady
We wax and wane

Lets go disco

Lets go disco

Leave a mark

Leave a mark

Hip Shaker

Hip shaker

Attack the lip.

Never forgive, never forget. R.I.P

"Lloyd, Petey didn't even have a head!"

"Harry, I took care of it!"

This shit takes balls. He'll hate it, but I'm calling this spot "Karlside".

Avast the recent adventures of the black wave.

Salute the dead. Sound the horns. Fire the guns and raise the
flag for a tommorow that never comes.


Pray simply for a life after death.

Wax It Up

Wax It Up

Hit It Up

Hit It Up

natas curbs

I had dreamt about these curbs for years.... skating them felt so strange... to the average punter these are just curbs... but for me I literally had butterflies in my stomach just seeing them , It almost felt like a religous experience... I was in awe.. I felt unworthy.... these curbs had been touched by the gods!! who the fuck am I.

"what did you do in america?" "oh... I went to look at some curbs"

Just when you think your spirit cannot be crushed anymore, shit like this happens. Its hard not to rise to the disgusting vile creatures who did this, and want smash in there skulls, but its just sad, that this is what some human beings are becoming.

Kneel before the Fuck you Nazi youth, for this is there legacy.



R.I.P 'Hytheside'

Hytheside parts 1 and two are now complete. Part 3 will appear soon.

Watch the skies.

Stayin' alive in 95

Bite it, you scum.

Something about best laid plans.

When you were young and your heart was an open book. You used to say live and let live.

Now look at you.

Photo: Percy Dean

TOUCH IT!

Fight through the dark clouds.

The real dirt bank.

I'm not talking about staple shit, they went for something more
I guess it was too much dreaming, too much to hope for.

Straight tester rock and roller followed with some base coat.

Don't get excited, we're still a long way off finishing part 1 of 'Hytheside'.

'Hytheside' Project / 2007.

Swallow down that cold cup of tea, swill out your eyes with two day old water, and then run. Run for as fast and as long as you can, until no one sees or cares anymore.

Touch it you swine.

The long cold road below.

Fuckin' 89 dude.

I remember these days, hot summer, small crew of friends, no lurkers.

I don't really remember, what went down, who did what on what, I just remember laughing with my friends, sweeping up debris, avoiding cracks, working on ideas and coming together for a time that made everything different.
















































Good times cost you nothing.

Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.

Broom, saw, sweat, hammer, heart, trowel, nails, blood, bricks, water, wood, concrete, love and desire.

Cut off its head.....and another will only grow in its place.

Make love not war. Dressen.

I’d like to be under the sea in an octopus’s garden in the shade.

3 and half foot with vert. This shit's on.

Find an angle, push the curves, take the carve.

Old man take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you.

Get busy dying.

Ruler.

Keep it basic, nothing clutters like clutter.

Time for living, time for giving,
No time for making up a monster to sell.
Time for living, time for giving,
No time for breakin' out a lie to sell.

Forget the hollow thud of your aching legs, put your trust in the will to keep on rolling.

"This shit's harder than it looks"

Steppeside 2007.

That's another one off my list.

Steppeside 2007.

"Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk."

...Eyes Water

...until the wind makes your eyes water.

This time I've lost my own return,
in spite of everything i've learned.
I hid my tracks, spit out all my air,
slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares.

Get into the dirt.

Scratch The Itch

Scratch that itch...

A picture may tell a thousands words, but nothing ebbs like a crumbling memory. Plenty of shared adventures contained within the walls of a single plastic frame.

Where you been?

Always pretend your lost. No one dares question the lost.

One more for dumb luck.

Over it.

For whom the bell tolls.

Just give me a brush next time.

This town is coming like a ghost town,
All the clubs have been closed down.
This place is coming like a ghost town,
Bands won't play no more, too much fighting on the dance floor.

Get up to get down.

This is the only time you'll ever enjoy waiting in line.

You aint from around here, are you boy?

The rest of your life starts the minute it hits the floor.

You will not be able to stay home, brother. You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip, skip out for beer during commercials, because the revolution will not be televised.

"But I want to be in the video!"

"Sorry Danny, the video's all done."

Hold back the tears and swallow down the bile. A second of concentration and your there, its over, and your free.

Grease the cogs, trundle with glee. Lean forever.

She has the Greatest Hits and several of their latest albums, though not the newest one. I expect she will buy that soon. Perhaps she will ask for it for her birthday.

Never falter on your journey. Set your compass, brave the storms and find your the way through the busy lanes.

Life is easy when you have a map.

"Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley."

Theodore Roethke

Whip it, whip it good.

Ask me the questions and I'll give you the reasons.

H.K.K.F

Find and edge and tear it.

Death from above.

Use your tail as shovel, dig up the spots. They are there, you just have to look. Working eyes and poetic licence is all it takes.

Straight crushing out the mega cam.

Barn dancing.

Instead of keeping it real, try keeping it country.

Pause only for breath, because this wave never ends.

Crosstown traffic moves quick, but we move quicker.

Instant Karma

I live cement, I hate this street. Give dirt to me, I bite lament.
This human form, where I was born, I now repent.

"That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best - make it all up - but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way. "

Ernest Hemingway

They fly at dawn.

Bar the hill outside my house, this is the first spot I actually "skated".

I say skated, but due to the fact the banana board I owned only had three wheels ( Yet another crappy present from my errant Grandfather ) I kind of just stood there and watched my friend whose Dad had taken us to this infamous wasteland, where a few hotchpotch wooden waves had been erected.

I only went here once, but due to age, never really understood the brevity of such a place.

Makes you think. Everything happens for a reason. Even three wheels and flatops.

Breaking rocks in the hot sun, I fought the law and the law won.

Over confidence is a killer. The house always wins.

Hook airs on knives wood....

To be honest I never knew him, so perhaps this was a tenous ode.

However, it's always the squandering of a good life that really affects you, for all those that have passed by the wayside, become a pearlescent reminder of the fragilty of the lives we lead.

Live in glory, rest in peace.

"I know I need something, because the grind is just burning me out."

Henry Rollins

Consider the alternatives. If nothing else you'll always have options.

Cosmic wave gatherers unite and take no prisoners. These are the times. There is no tommorow.

Run to the hills, forever and more.

There's a chance for dancin'
All night long
There's a chance for groovin'
And it will be soothing.

So get on the floor
And dance with me
I love the way you shake your thing
especially.

Getting to that time of year when the disposable BBQ's and skateboard's make great sunday afternoon friends.

I can't stand it, I know you planned it, I'm a gonna set it straight, this watergate.

night at the beach

Winter evenings at the beach.

No fussing. Time for living.

House rules, locals only, laces out.

You can't stop it. You won't stop it. Get back to where we both belong.

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."

Herman Melville

True knife spot this one.

Clean out the urine and the rain with a crusty towel, drain the rest with an
empty milk carton. Wait for the sun to dry it out.

Proceed with intermediate level transition move.

The apples never fall far from the tree. With the fold spread, we remember youth, long nights and bad habits.

Keep it frosty, and when you feel it, catch it.

Imagine a life of commitment and dicipline, governed by the change in the season or the flight of a bird. Imagine, if for a minute, living that life, without malice or hate. Just an embrace of living.

In the words of Ferris Bueller, Life moves pretty fast...

Find it then touch it.

The earth has rotated many times since my skateboard has been this far from the ground. This one is for all the was that never was.

We'd collect supplies from a shop on the corner near our apartment, and he would remember our names, and if he didn't he'd call us 'red' or 'fella'. Hundreds of shaggy dog tales and fables stored in his mind, happy to share them all, and at length, to whoever wanted listen.

Its just a shame he never told us his name, or even offered it, for that matter. I remember on the last day, before flying back to England, he looked straight through me, as though we had never spoke, and I was a stranger.

Whenever the weather allows. Intrepid photography courtesy of PRG

Hand in glove, the sun shines out of our behinds. No, it's not like any other love ,this one is different - because it's us.

Die, Die hippy scum.

30 years, and the revolt continues. Powerslides south of hythe.

Ride on, ride on.

Look under every past stone. There be diamonds in them there mines.

Smug.

Leave nothing to chance. Catch every wave.

Ride everything. Photography courtesy of PRG.

All your dreams are made.

The Heart of darkness.

Where do we go now?

Grind some concrete.

Until tommorow, I'll just keep moving on.

Cold eyes. The rigours of travel and sharing a room.

You have never been in love, until you see the
stars reflect in the reservoir.

Knife spot ~ R.I.P. Clip by Russ.

"From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free."

Words by Jacques Yves Cousteau. Monolithic stylings by Lee Rozee (L.B.P 4 life). Photo by Bingo.

The marlin dove deep, as the scent of Klaus drew close.

You are the quarry.

Klaus is the intrepid.
Klaus is the hunter.
Klaus is the explorer.
Klaus has talons, he has claws.
Klaus is your friend.
Klaus is everyones, your welcome to him.

Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing,
Happy being no-one but themselves.
Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes,
Who think its very clever to be cruel to you.

For you were so different,
You stood all alone,
And you knew,
That it had to be so,
Avoiding ordinary boys,
Happy going nowhere, just around here
In their rattling cars.

What goes on, stays on.

Knives across the ocean.... Euro-hythe 2001.

One day Mickey Mouse woke up and Minnie wasn't there. He went to look for her and, as he stepped outside, he saw “Mickey Sucks!” written out in a yellow liquid in the snow. He investigated and realized there was good news and bad news.

It appeared to be Goofy's urine, but Minnie's handwriting.

Everyone has there place, their crews spot, the one they'll always remember.

I remember nights in this car park when it was so cold. The wind would rush through pulling snot from your nose and tears from your eyes. I remember we'd all hang out there. Imagine that. A supermarket carpark, being a social hive of activity.

It sounds strange, but sometimes I miss it. Most of the time I definitely don't, but just sometimes, its ghost creeps into my head full of the simplest of wonderment and a cast iron collection of blithe stories, and mildly amusing anecdotes.

Here lies the body of John Jadagowski. A definite shareholder in the wax on those curbs.

The leviathan soars. The finger points.

"The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides."

Jules Verne

Beer. Tight banks. Good crew. It's on.

Got 26 dollars in my hand,
Up to Lexington 125,
feelin' sick and dirty,
for a day and a life.

On a wave of mutilation.

Maybe tommorow, maybe never. Watch the swell.

Looking for Klaus through eyes of glass.

Well I got the notion girl that
You got some sun tan lotion in that bottle of yours
Spread it all over my peeling skin baby
That feels real good
All this skirt
Lapping up the sun
Lap me up
(Why don't you come on and)
Lap me up
Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches.

Rain dampens the weak, and compliments the stupid.

When I came home last night you wouldn't make love to me. You were fast asleep, you wouldn't even talk to me.

When theres no place left in hell, the dead will roam the earth.

Sometimes the body needs time heal, nothing beats the wind in your sails, to make you feel alive.

To say someone saved your life is a pretty big statement, but in this case, it kind of fits. Everyone worries about that day when they confront there own mortality, you don't really expect it to be on the mini ramp in the town you grew up skating in.

Melodrama, and the murkiness of time aside, this guy knows the story, and I still have the scar. Its situations such as these that show you the true meaning of humility.

Thanks Justin. Ripping forever.

At times when things were bad at home or when life wasn't seeming too fine, I'd get the hell out of dodge with my skateboard by my side. My stuntwood was the solution to all the problems when friends were away. I hoped things would get better, they'd just have to. I'd just smile and laugh because the speed felt so good. nowadays I see that different problems continue to pound my head and never seem to get easier but my skateboard and that good feeling will always stay.

Through the crabs and the dogfish, the hunt for Klaus continues.

Get on a plane, see the world, clean your teeth on the street, run from vagrants and thieves, listen to birds calling, the animals howling, because no matter what you see, or who you meet, you'll always hold dear, theres no place like home.

Good times, bad times, you know I had my share;
When my woman left home for a brown eyed man,
Well, I still don't seem to care.

Where has all the sunshine gone? All is quiet in the tempests of forever.

Freddie 'The Knife' Mercury, and his brother.

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon.
Come, Armageddon. Come.

New raving, sideways thinking, all concquering, tea drinking, straight risking.

A Family affair.

Often better than new wood, is old wood you thought maybe was done, but realised it wasn't. We could all do with a little less waste.

Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
cause his world is built round punctuality,
It never fails.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

Cut at the throat. Left by the wayside. Shone so bright, faded so fast. Easily left the crows of the forgotten waste.

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me?

Gurning and churning through the black wave.

MC 4 ever

The search for Klaus?

Growing up with skateboarding in your life, everyone needs a mellow guy like this. The Dude straight rips it.

Warning: Approaching wallrides may seem higher then they are.

New cameras are cursed. They always suffer.