You've 'ad a few..

Here's the new teaser!

The complete final line up of is as follows:
Love Eneroth in Stockholm, Conhuir Lynn & Denis Lynn in Belfast, Wieger Van Wageningen in Amsterdam, Lennie Burmiester in Berlin, Daniel Lebron & Vinnie Bressol in Barcelona, Nick Jensen in London, Soy Panday & Vivien Feil in Paris, Al Collins, Wayne Gallagher & Paddy Clear in Dublin, Janne Saario in Helsinki, Per Magnusson in Malmo, & Danny Wainwright in Bristol.

Its premiering this January 3rd Amsterdam, more details to follow. Check right here for updates.


Gentlemen of the internet, reach down your pants, you probably bet me to that though. There's a point to this- I seen an ad for this thing called Movember at the start of the month, where in you grow a lip rug for the month of November in order to raise money for men's health charities, but I didn't really get my act together and bailed for a clean shave half way through the month (I get itchy skin if I don't) I felt bad about this, so if I can convince anyone reading out there (all 2 of you) to check your balls for lumps and subsequently not die from not checking, that would be great. Dudes just don't like getting that shit checked out. I found a lump meself a while back, I was pretty worried and got it checked, it was grand and all the docs were cool, very straight forward, I even got me nads gelled too, bonus. "But what if the Doc is hot girl Doc and I get shrivelidge" Just take a pocket sized pick of Gibbo to keep things hangin well.
G'wan, have a good rummage.


Last weekend I once again found myself in the home of Bassets allsorts, The DJ Katt show and Viz magazine (above). Bristol was my port of call. Interesting side note- Al Collins used to be called Billy the Fish by his school peers, can't see why.
I stayed with Ciaran and watched thunderbirds while he puked several times and the clouds urinated all over, yeah!
This was the wan spot we skated all weekend, pretty dank but we had fun and Owen even charged a migty mighty flipkick over a damp aul road gap, good man. I was setting up a tripod when this fella approached me very out of the blue and remarked "ah, you're filming too" "Sorry?" Then I seen a few guys with him, one dressed like Dick Tracey and another wielding a TV cam. "Yes, Bristol is twined with a city in Georgia, we're making a documentay on Bristol." I packed my stuff back up, they were quite an odd bunch. The camera man just started filming the guys without asking while Dick Tracey, sans tommy gun, would egg the guys on in Georgian to land some tre' flizzaz. They left suddenly without a word, very bizzare dudes!

I continued my European food tour by getting stuck into a couple of meat pies and washin' em down with some hearty ales, get innnnn! (the keen eyed viewer will notice an apirition of the pie God in the reflection of the pie knife in the pie related pic above- hint, the one with the pie in it)
The taxi driver dropping me to the good ship aircoach on the way over had observed that the rain at the moment was "that aul wet stuff", indeed, so pub-jenga was the order of the day, above is Mike, about to buckle.
The cerebral assasin playing devil eyed mind games to the top, c'mom Bray!
Paul "hardflip" Hopkins crumbling under the pressure of my mind bullets, rat-a-tat-tat!


Love sent me this link, had to share it, ye know, you can deal!


Barcelona, a 4 day jaunt down a well trodden path.. I have been here a few times but only really in the capacity of skate tourist/blackguard. I have to admit that I only really enjoyed my skating on one of the trips and that was it. Macba rat race- not for me hey.

This time however, as I was visiting in a 'bisnid capacity I thought it might be a different experience. I knew I'd have to concentrate on filming, which was fine, as I was excited to be working with Daniel Lebron & Vincent Bressol. Skating befor & after the dudes, if I got any in, might feel good for me in Barscewlorra again, but alas, no. - The staple for the trip ended up being your main-stay spots, nothing beyond spitting distance was ventured to, which compared to every other city I've been to in the vid was a let down, but as I want every section to feel quite different then I suppose this will be achieved in a wierd way with Barcelona. I want each dude in each place to show me his city and how he skates it, and this was achieved, mañana.

The theatre ledge was the most productive place of all and Daniel was quite a treat to watch skate, he lands his flat ground tricks with a ker-thump and had plenty of ledge trickery for me to point at. Vincent is rad too at being French and cocky, which I like, so we instantly found a common ground in slagging eachother. Parallel was also a good footage farm where I even managed to snatch a JB Gillet cameo- stoked!

As this bloggy camera was purchased the day before I flew out I hadn't familiarised myself with its technicalities and hence the photees are a bit thin on the ground. Here's the only pic I got of my gracious host Danny- whose floor was my temp home- brekkie time, a milky coffee and 15 biscuits! "yeah meng, ees good no?" It was pretty delish' but it had my stomach doing knots pretty quickly..

 I reverted to the Steve Kelly Barcelona (Barlenerra) anytime culinary choice- a large bottle of Dan-up yoghurt. (pronounced Yooo!- ghurt, not yog-urt)

The Frenchies talk a tough food game and rightly so, as when it came to apres skate on the last day Vinzla was to prepare a chochy cake for an audience of 7 tasters. In an attempt to thwart cliche's he also had a recipe for "amaseeng crepes, zey are ze best!"

Unfortunately I'd to bail as the cake was cooling on the window sill so I didn't get to taste greatness.

Barcelonely, I dunno, the lads were mad cool, but I couldn't live there, the complete skate saturation seems to blur the things I get excited about into insignificance. I reckon I will return, but hopefully it will be with Luke & Gibbo for another "reunion tour".

Marn Dog: Big in Deutschland

I just got home to find a copy of Germany's small format film mag in the hallway. Its got a 3 page feature on No Use in it, innit. Stoked! First time I've seen this monthly bugel and its pretty sweet, too many Super 8 gadgets in it that want to part me from my bread.

Spreching of Deutsch, I was in Berlin for a few days with local leg-end Lennie Burmiester, such a chilled city, can even walk around with a brew. We got some very original high speed all terrain rippage, Lennie (back right, no, really) hat viel sckillz. Schtuff that is now off at the lab. Wie kommen man am besten zum Flughoff?