We all got dressed up as weird Mad Max sort of shit.

I went as a sunburnt version of myself. Complete with nipple to nipple chain and a moustache.


The hype was insane for the final match up.
Here they square up like Muhammed Ali and Mike Tyson on crack.

Kestrel...

K Cider...

I gave Kyle's tattoo it's own tattoo.
The most ghoulish bus journey to the party in Peckham.

Josh was there dressed as some sort of tartan hat ghoul.

George won the battle against Joel in a heart stopping 19 seconds!

Better luck next year Joel dog.

Then we all shotgunned beers for no reason and got mad drunk and my photo taking skills flew out of the window.

Balaclavas are such a halloween cop out.


Holly was some sort of zombie air hostes, fuck knows.

Mac Dre.

Dwayne was a hillbilly, not that I could really notice.


This is Dans first skate photo in about a year, lolocaust.

Josh had a baby on a string.

Nicole and Dwayne had a whole bar's worth of alcohol in their bag.
Bad kids.

The cool turtle board got snapped then I pissed on a church.



I was a black guy, Dan was a white guy. Equilibrium is restored.

Yeah nice one mate, Oxo is well scary. Not.


Colm went as a member of the IRA who owns a bazooka.

Then I got too hyphy and took no more pics. People smashed windows and I saw a guy dressed as Facebook, some proper 2009 costume shit.