Antichrist Hammerfist.

I drove to Stansted to join up with this dude for his Stag Doom.

Here's the crew. Hamburg was our destination.




Hamburg funfair is HUUUGE and has every kind of 6ft demented looking animatronic bird you could possibly want.

Good old Germany - they don't mess around over there. Occasionally it can lead to a touch of genocide but in this case it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Breakfast of champions!


Ledge spot anyone?




Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!








Sitting on the dock of the bay watching the ships coming in and going out again.



We stopped by our old pal Stefan Marx' studio to say Guten Tag.




This looked sick. The sign in the tree says No Inliners. These guys are not long for this world.


A proper B+W photo booth.

Kloako got to keep the results.


Re-re.

As Anthony said to Cleopatra as he opened a crate of ale...

Went to see the King at Brixton.














Car shoppers take note - a Ford Cougar has enough boot space for a six foot American and several skateboards.

36...45...Wait, what size are wheels?

The yanks are here - Fiske and Marty are over from Boston for 3 weeks.


We stopped by the 4th plinth at Trafalgar Square at exactly the right time - Elvis impersonator!!

Toy shop board!


"I'm only eating this watermelon for the whole day" It must have weighed 20lbs and he carried it around all day. He even got searched going into a pub, ha ha! Next day he did a red poo.
















Home sweet home!

Bring the wench to the altar priest!

Luke came for a visit! I even made him skate. Annoyingly he was still better than me. Not hard though.



Jasper took me to see one of his arty bands. They even had a woman in the band. Whatever next?


Amusingly if you type "all the cunts" into google maps on your iPhone it comes up with St. Pauls carnival in Bristol! Ha ha! I met some good folk there the other week so it's not strictly true. The other markers are all B&Q stores. I guess someone at Google wasn't happy with their shed or something...

Dawn of possession.

Our Heroin rider Ollie Tyreman was on Hollyoaks - that's him sitting in the background talking to some bird.

And that's the dude that promotes metal gigs in London. No, wait - it's the Man-Whore from Deuce Bigalow.


Found this at Fos' - he wrote it for Nick Worthington, one of life's great numb nuts.

Daggers in the house at Stockwell.

This dude was D R U N K.



Like Mother like daughter.

All you need.

Nerdy shit time - got this sick racing game on my phone. You can race dudes online. Here's me winning the Muscle car championship. I rule!


"All thrills with dirty arse kills"


Amputated.


Avulsed. I stage dived 3 times during one song. I'm 34.


Immolation!!!!! Sick as ever.