They don't love you like I love you

Me and Bilko, sorry, Bilko and I, drove down to Brighton for a drink the other night. Is that silly? Just to go to the pub we drove about 60 miles. Sorry Environment, sorry Mum.




I had blister issues so Ian bought me some extra socks from Tesco.


Had to go watch the boys climb for a bit before the pub.


Yes!!! The hallowed ground! It was so good to be back.




Ian contemplating the tower of Sambucas.












The next day South Bronx was like the X-games. We counted 25 BMeXicans.

Marijuana? SI!!!

Last night I went out in our nation's glorious capital and met some friends for a drink and enjoyed some live entertainment in an exclusive venue! The musicians were a lovely Mexican band called Brujeria and we travelled to the Underworld in Camden to see them play.

Here are some of my friends. That's Howard Cooke and Richard Sayer. They're jolly nice chaps. Howard is a professional skateboarder and Richard is a freelance illustrator.

Here we see Jonathan Knightly and Ian Wilkinson. Jonathan owns and manages his own retail outlet selling skateboards and Ian is a science teacher.

That's me on the left there. I work for a couple of skateboard companies. My duties include filming our team riders, post production and creating web content.

I popped down to the front of the audience to see if I could get some photographs of the musicians performing. When I examined the pictures this morning I found that I had captured Ian mixing with some of the young people in the crowd and even helping them if they became unsteady on their feet.

So, let's play a game: It's called "Where's Wilko?"


There he is!

There he is! There's Wilko!

There's Wilko, helping a stage diver!

There he is again look! Still helping!

Look! There's Wilko, this time he's taking time to listen to the performer's lyrics!

Goodness me! There's Wilko and he's raising his hands in the shape of some lovely goat's horns!

If you click on the image above you'll see a short film depicting an excerpt from Brujeria's performance. If you look closely towards the end you'll see Wilko pumping his fist in time to the music. He was really enjoying himself as you can see! Good old Wilko!

After all that he deserved a little sit down! (Actually, to tell the truth he FELL down. Straight down. Vertically! It was like one of those controlled explosions on a building! It was hilarious. We had to help him back up again. Poor old Wilko!)

Unfortnately I have no photographic evidence but Jonathan peformed a stage dive of his very own! I remember seeing his little legs flailing around atop other audience members heads, it was a quite a sight!


And here's a snippet of one of Brujeria's better known numbers. It's called "Consejos Narcos" and is quite catchy if you listen to the hi-fidelity version on the CD.

I'd like to offer a big THANK YOU to all my friends for making my night out so much fun I nearly wet myself on several occasions. You are all AMAZING!

You must be wondering how the boy next door turned out?

Went to see Rachel for the weekend as it was her 30th birthday. I actually went down on wednesday for Valentines too, she was playing a gig in Bath so I watched with all the other band member's WAG's.



Toblerone-gob-stuffing during the interval. They'd earned it after all this and this.








That night Rach had got us a surprise hotel room. It was really great. I nicked a shower cap - "Bonnet de douche Rodney!"



The next night we had to go to a photoshoot at Maylan and Murray's house for their band that Rach plays clarinet in. The double bass player Yura was probably the coolest cucumber I've ever seen in front of a camera.









Saturday night was the birthday party proper, Rachel's friends got together and played for everyone.



Her Dad showed up as a surprise. I've pretty much met the Fockers now.




Rachel can't hold her drink(s). Literally.

After the main party ALL of these people (+ me) got in the back of a transit and drove on to a late pub. It was pretty cosy in the back. Not to mention dangerous. And Illegal. But funny all the same.




Then all back to the house to watch Lara put on a fire show in the garden. Some wussies stayed indoors to watch through the window.






Sunday morning we got this text from Dave who was sleeping in the hall. I must have pissed myself for like half an hour after that. Ok, it's not funny now.




Birthday lunch at Zero Degrees. It's like this brewery place that makes it's own beer and is practically my new local.




Yeah, that's right. Badder than bad.

By Sunday evening it had all got a bit messy. Marie was on fire as ever.



Gavin brought his daughter Gracie along which kind of helped calm things down.

She was stupidly cute and kept baking us all imaginary cherry pies all evening.

From the looks of it - Andrew Reynolds.

We also took a road trip to Wales to see Rach's grandmother. That means I've officially been abroad this year!

Another birthday cake! Jeez, I was stuffed by the end of the weekend.

Now it's back to the grindstone getting the Heroin DVD done and off to the dupers and sorting out the premieres. Oh and I have to organise and book a Landscape trip too. Phew! Wish me luck.