Believe Your Feet?

Been in London (again) for a long ting, you'd never guess eh?

Filming wasn't too productive unfortunately but I did get to hang out with Wilko and Stiff for a couple of nights. Ian wears a cravat now. Please stifle your giggles.

And we went out with P. Divvy on Saturday night to a curry restaurant that had a DJ. There's nothing like doing the running man to help your lamb bhuna down.


After having been a keen admirer of simple graffiti for many years I thought it time to contribute to the collective pool.


Oh, and Rach and I went to Teresa's for dinner t'other night and she had these lovely quaint old books she'd picked up at a market. First a bear seemingly fucking a pig...

...then a poem about some of our nubian brothers.

In the '20's this was lovely and innocent. Aren't we lucky the world is devoid of and such prejudice now?

Mind you, I hate the Dutch.

I'd rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery.

Finally - some summer.




Incredible recession-based-baby-boom statictics in The Sun yesterday.


Just so you know I'm still psyched on the new ride.

My President's black, my Lambo's blue. I'll be goddamned if my rims ain't too.

Cars are cool now. I recognised this and got one. If you don't have one you're probably not gangsta like me.

I've got a Ford Cougar. It's probably the gangsta-est of all cars. Here's mine facing off with a green Puma which are way small and for total pussies. They only made 12,000 of mine in the whole of Europe so now you have to apply to the Central Board of Thugged-Out Rides to obtain one. Screening is tough but I got through.

And I only watch Top Gear now. It's sick.

My nigga Hugh was on today and smashed it in the reasonably-priced-car test.

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms.

Oh and this is one of the best things ever. I really hope Michael J. Fos has seen it.

Ordinary boys, happy going nowhere.

OK, so Jonno already had this on the Tuesday site but it's so good I wanted to share it with those who might have missed it. I strongly recommend clicking the link below the clip to watch it larger. Maybe I should make a version with me and Damo in Bristol - we've got hills!

Adam Kimmel presents: Claremont HD from adam kimmel on Vimeo.




A few more Paris snaps - oh my spot!

Chas' Farside books always get a rinsing when I go round. This is probably my all time favourite.


Still the best ad right now.

Canal drinks as ever. Yes Vivien!


Somebody maybe pissed on this tramp. Kind of harsh right?


Then after a week in Paris I got the TGV down to Provence to meet Rachel at her Mum's house. I got told off by Rach when she saw this picture on the camera - I was into the reflection!


3 hour train ride? Wu all the way.




The old ones are the best.



This poster is so sick - roughly translated it says "Alan and his bitches."

And look at Alan's make-up. He's smashing it!

Ahh! The decadence!






This is for Seth - "Ye Olde Kicker."



That sign translates to Fos-On-Sea.




My first kill (not ever). These huge moths lay their eggs inside Mike and Miranda's palm trees and the babies eat the trees from the inside. Then the trees die. So a tennis racquet is the only option. I stunned it then had to re-hit it, these things are tough! I watched Mike thrash one so hard and then hit it again on the ground and it still got up and flew away! Motherfuckers!



Back to Bristol. We went to see Guy's band play at The Croft. They were playing the video to my favourite song on the big screen. Michel Gondry is the man.

Ha! Matt bogling to Drum and Bass.

Guy was pretty much soloing throughout the whole set. I held the Manowar salute up a lot so Guy dedicated a song he wrote about Vikki to me. I think that got me in trouble. Fortunately I was so drunk I was oblivious.



You think Vikki looks bummed? I'll dedicate a song to her one day even if I've written it about Guy. Sound fair?



Awwwww!