We were going to drive from London so I got the train to Tom's house, slept on his sofa bed thing in his pimp ass crib.
Car-park beers. Joe was on it as soon as we hit the road.
The drive took about 6 hours but at least we got to drink travel-beers and see Stonehenge.
It was raining so Joe bag footed it.
Joe had a massive tent and made sure it was up quick time.
Our tent had 2 bedrooms and a living room. Me, Chris, Tom and Sivill.
Matt Clarke was there!
We had to bbq outside near the car because of gay rules.
Tinned food.
Matt and Fry.
This is where I lost my phone, I think. Who cares, I have a new one now.
Bumper cars was fucking epic.
Josh was in the camping area full of chavs and chicks, we were in the athlete bit (standard).
Tom
I lost my phone so was a bit annoyed, which probably stopped me taking as many photos as I'd have liked on the first night. I just got super drunk. Drunkology.
Joe woke up bright and early and ran over to the street course for a skate. I was in an alcohol induced coma so met him later on.
In the morning I saw some guy open his tent, stumble about a meter out then puke everywhere, it made me feel better about myself that it wasn't my ass.
Rough times. Rainy camping.
I basically survived off these sandwiches that were free to athletic brehs.
The goliath ramp went off. Even in the rain dudes were doing kickflip indys and spins an shit.
Moto X was gnarly as fuck, I kept thinking they were gonna die but they didn't.
Wet wheels, bad steez.
There was a freestyle comp. Josh was really excited about it.
It was full of old dudes in helmets doing nosemanuals in a circle.
I kept shouting out 'impossible' but they weren't on it.
Shaun had a super ghetto tent that got all wet.
This guy won the freestyle he was the best by miles. Most of them were cuntish moshers.
Sivills trousers were fucked by the mud.
Turkish leg shower.
We had a rad view of the mega ramp. Rob Smith is my favourite skater cus he sal flipped the fucker.
There was a wet tshirt comp by some babes from Loaded.
The room was well crowded with dudes but I saw some titties so it's bless.
Dylan gets on the highest vantage point in the room.
Witherup came on the second day and pitched up his tent next to ours, it wasn't as big as ours though so don't get it twisted bruv.
Cookies and noodles?
Dave Wallace and the missus.
Some mad Scottish guy (I know that doesn't narrow it down) was doing some stupid drop-in for everyones amusement. He broke two boards.
We were on it again, rides an shit.
This one was the shit.
This one was fuckin shit and made me wanna puke. Cus it was gay.
Next morning, feeling like shit.
We smuggled a stove in and a kettle, so it was the coffee epi-centre.
Rory slept in his car and left the engine on, damn son.
Moss entered the comp and got into the final. He came 4th.
Props A-Moss.
Ben Ray-Mears smashed the comp. Check the sidewalk site for footage.
Rob Smith is still the best though.
Joe's shoe got progressively more ghetto. Hold Tight Bag Shoe.
The last day. Everyone was desperate for whatever nurishment they could get.
The peopls champion A-Moss.
Nugg-ed gave me some cheese and bread, safe.
Deflate that shit yo. We packed up and left feeling like shit, covered in mud but fully stoked.
The weather got nice just after we left, it had rained all weekend.
Haha
Back in London.
Now I'm in Leicester til September but I'm going on holiday for a week.
Booyah
