so, what I am doing now is sitting, fairly contented, listening to some music I've never heard before. This is very different to sitting, not contented, and listening to some music (whether i've heard it before or not.)
But is contented really the right word? Perhaps just dumbly happy is better. Because if you, as I all too often find myself, sit and think about the various things in life, you do tend to encounter in your mind all the little shitty details which, in a similar way to how cars on a motorway jam up when theres too much weight of traffic, clog together and slow everything down. And then you feel shit. But perhaps feeling shit should be reserved for those special occasions when something shit has happened. I mean why sit and feel shit due to small details just because you thought about them all in one go? Better to reserve the feeling for when something properly shit has happened.
So dumbly happy it is then. Because im not spending time weighing up various things, or thinking about what I could have done differently in a given scenario, or the many other routes to finally falling asleep at whatever hour of the morning. During the long summer break, I was usually not asleep before 2, because of the massive long time that I didnt really fill with much apart from some really good skateboarding and a most excellent trip to Cornwall resulting in much time spent thinking in a not very useful way.
A useful way to think is one which ends up with you doing something, and recently i've been putting a lot of effort into my art, and then that is paying off. I worked hard to make painting fun, and then I finally managed to start painting things I liked a bit. And then i've spent the same time on drawing (pastilles, pencils, biro), and thats started to be fun and a good process. Sitting and listening to music at the dining room table in a zone where all you have in front of you is a nice space for putting your thoughts directly into some kind of form in some kind of media.
Music i've just found is Maybeshewill http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EkS_JotL-4
and i'm quite pleased to have found it because it's bloody excellent.
The new muse album is not for me (I dont know who it's for actually).
But yeah, thinking, thinking can be pointless and a waste of time, energy and life but thinking and then doing something useful is very good indeed. Not always very good, or even good, but at least productive. Doing stuff in the world is good. You get fuck all for sitting and thinking about how much of a twat you are, so i've realised, after much deliberation. You do not get much out of thinking how you could have done something differently, not done something, done something, not said something, said something better or not said something at all. You can go and do stuff, and maybe have some kind of positive impact on somebody elses day in the present. You can make stuff, create stuff and enjoy stuff.
Im sure by tomorrow i'll have lost whatever these thoughts are now and im sitting here listening to whatever thinking over things in a pointless way. I distinctly remember three evenings in a row I was chilling in a happy manner, and I noted this fact at the time but i've forgotten when they were. So yeah, the secret to being dumbly happy is not thinking about things in a way in which just wastes you, but doing stuff in the world, in the present that is creative and productive and useful.
Anyway, thats enough. Time to read through and see if i've made any sense even to myself.
.
Read through. I think it makes sense.
.
Thursday, 27 September 2012
bla
Saw a pigeon explode on the front of a van today.
£85 to a sequel. Thats going to be £150 ish gripped and posted. Must sell things.
Im excited about skateboarding down hills. Currently its one weekend on, one weekend off due to the twattishness I havent shaken yet affecting my ability to make it to skates, but the whole thing can only get better, and when I get hold of that bledy sequel, very good things will happen.
I want to go back to houyet.
Triple 8 are making humourous half shells.
I want to go bomb a hill.
I like using the custom leather colour selector on some custom leather peoples site. Helps imagining the future or something.
Photoshopping my cat on another skateboard.
The sequel has a standing platform that is sick as eff for my lanky bastard frame, and will make toeside slides feel much less cramped up. I am going to go effing fast on that thing. Stupid fast.
Techsliding is a fun distraction for me, but for proper "gofast" type shenanigans, the list is
Heelside slide and cornering
Toeside slide and cornering
Tuck
Push
Footbrake
and thats all I really want to do. The whole soft wheel standup thing doesnt really interest me much.
Good things are imminent. If I could bottle the feeling whilst im skating I could probably go and get a job, only want a few hours, and have money, make it to every skate.
Friday, 21 September 2012
more houyet
So this morning I watched the Southend crew's edit from the spring houyet event. Dunno what it was but such a lengthy edit of the event brought back a load of stuff that I remembered.
Things I remember, may have covered some already.
So the weather that weekend was awful. Truly horrendous, and unpredictable too. One minute it could be lashing down with rain, the next bright sunshine. And there was this little bit of tarmac just a few metres away from the "Vandem arrangement of sinister tents and vehicles", and that bit of tarmac would always accurately reflect the condition of the hill. It was like an Oracle in tarmac form. Amazing.
There was a point when we were travelling out, after we'd got the ferry to mainland europe. Me and Pete had just driven off the ferry, made it onto the roads of france, and the metal was cranked up loud. And I just had this stupid smile that kept coming back, I remembered something said to me before I left "people would give their right arm to be doing what you're doing." And I took in where I was, what I was doing, where I was going, who I was going with, and couldn't help but sit and smile and be so happy at my life at that exact moment in time.
Oh, none of this is in any order, just how things have came into my head today.
The surface in some of the corners. The surface on the left hand side of the road about three quarters of the way to the first corner. The noise of the road I recognise from the edit I watched. When it was wet I just couldn't turn in. Also at the time I couldnt slide toeside, or barely corner that way, so i'd go into anything going right, leant out all awkward. If it was wet I was fucked. In the dry I was still fucked. Watching me must have been hilarious.
"Good luck?! Get in the bus motherfucker!"
The questions posed by Don and Giovanni in the vandem... shall say no more.
Following said legendary idiots over the fence to get into the campsite.
Surprisingly recieving a wise few words from one of them as to why we were wandering around the whole campsite saying hello to every one of the european riders. Something like "Everybody comes out to these skates and doesnt come and meet the people".
Not learning the track, so always forgetting where I was on it and being surprised by one of the corners. And not remembering much about where the spray painted warnings on the track were, so getting surprised by some super sketchy road every now and then.
The pizza from the pizza place. It was incredible. So, so, so good. I'd almost travel out there just to have a pizza at the houyet pizza place. Right by the campsite, right by the track. Can almost taste how good that pizza was.
We stopped off at some service station in france or belgium (I dont know where we were), and the few seconds of peace were such a contrast from being in the back of the vandem for that stage of the journey. Another time when I realised what I was doing and was so happy about it.
When Rich rolled us into houyet, and the cheer and celebration. Without a map as well. I'd of made it all the way to Germany before I realised something was wrong.
Bohemian Rhapsody, LOUD in the vandem. That will always stand out for me, that was one of those amazing moments that i'll remember when other stuff fades.
Having Don and Giovanni's tent pitched DIRECTLY in front of my door. Was awoken with a start by hurried unzipping of that tent, shuffling of feet, and a quiet chunder dangerously close to my tent. Went back to sleep.
On the first day I woke up and walked around our half of the campsite about 10 times, thinking and taking everything in. Was 5 or 6 in the morning, the area was stunning, like a small valley with a river and endless trees.
Relating my last run with Oli to the dudes in the vandem after saturdays skating. In must have sounded like such a kid, but I was psyched.
Must flog belly racer, must buy sequel, must go fast.
Gaffer tape leather "decoration", done just before I left...
So the weather that weekend was awful. Truly horrendous, and unpredictable too. One minute it could be lashing down with rain, the next bright sunshine. And there was this little bit of tarmac just a few metres away from the "Vandem arrangement of sinister tents and vehicles", and that bit of tarmac would always accurately reflect the condition of the hill. It was like an Oracle in tarmac form. Amazing.
There was a point when we were travelling out, after we'd got the ferry to mainland europe. Me and Pete had just driven off the ferry, made it onto the roads of france, and the metal was cranked up loud. And I just had this stupid smile that kept coming back, I remembered something said to me before I left "people would give their right arm to be doing what you're doing." And I took in where I was, what I was doing, where I was going, who I was going with, and couldn't help but sit and smile and be so happy at my life at that exact moment in time.
Oh, none of this is in any order, just how things have came into my head today.
The surface in some of the corners. The surface on the left hand side of the road about three quarters of the way to the first corner. The noise of the road I recognise from the edit I watched. When it was wet I just couldn't turn in. Also at the time I couldnt slide toeside, or barely corner that way, so i'd go into anything going right, leant out all awkward. If it was wet I was fucked. In the dry I was still fucked. Watching me must have been hilarious.
"Good luck?! Get in the bus motherfucker!"
The questions posed by Don and Giovanni in the vandem... shall say no more.
Following said legendary idiots over the fence to get into the campsite.
Surprisingly recieving a wise few words from one of them as to why we were wandering around the whole campsite saying hello to every one of the european riders. Something like "Everybody comes out to these skates and doesnt come and meet the people".
Not learning the track, so always forgetting where I was on it and being surprised by one of the corners. And not remembering much about where the spray painted warnings on the track were, so getting surprised by some super sketchy road every now and then.
The pizza from the pizza place. It was incredible. So, so, so good. I'd almost travel out there just to have a pizza at the houyet pizza place. Right by the campsite, right by the track. Can almost taste how good that pizza was.
We stopped off at some service station in france or belgium (I dont know where we were), and the few seconds of peace were such a contrast from being in the back of the vandem for that stage of the journey. Another time when I realised what I was doing and was so happy about it.
When Rich rolled us into houyet, and the cheer and celebration. Without a map as well. I'd of made it all the way to Germany before I realised something was wrong.
Bohemian Rhapsody, LOUD in the vandem. That will always stand out for me, that was one of those amazing moments that i'll remember when other stuff fades.
Having Don and Giovanni's tent pitched DIRECTLY in front of my door. Was awoken with a start by hurried unzipping of that tent, shuffling of feet, and a quiet chunder dangerously close to my tent. Went back to sleep.
On the first day I woke up and walked around our half of the campsite about 10 times, thinking and taking everything in. Was 5 or 6 in the morning, the area was stunning, like a small valley with a river and endless trees.
Relating my last run with Oli to the dudes in the vandem after saturdays skating. In must have sounded like such a kid, but I was psyched.
“I was just fucking dalua tucking
at the end man, I got the henchest bump draft into the first corner, and was like...”
One run I overtook somebody. One run I didnt get overtaken by anybody. Cool moments. Oh and I overtook this drift trike, it was so surreal, I hadnt seen one before and was like "what the eff is THAT" whilst waving and tucking past.
When we were waiting for the ferry home, John was endlessly trying some trick on Pete's park board on this concrete thing. I thought any moment the tail of that proto was going to hell, and john with it.
The ferries smelled cheap. Like horrible, cheap, strange places to be. It added to the intrigue.
When we were on the return journey, some of us were on deck, and found this notice about dumping stuff at sea. When you're a certain distance out it's cool to dump crockery overboard.
When goodbyes had been said, driving away from the ferry, into the night in england and waving goodbye to the vandem. And then when me and Pete rocked up to meet my dad at some road somewhere, I got my stuff to the car, and then it was like over. That was that. I got home at some hour and didnt sleep, just sat there on my own wondering if anything had happened at all and I hadnt just imagined it like some amazing euro freeride dream. But it had happened, and I'd gone all the way to belgium and skated houyet, something i'd only heard about and seen before, with the vandem crew and the rest of the dudes. And I might not have shown just how happy and excited and pleased with my life in that moment I was.
And it's a bit sad that crash and burn didnt work out for me, and I skated badly and had stupid crashes with people. Before that event, I was so looking forward to it, I thought that was my moment, but I messed it up, I ruined it and thats why it sticks with me.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
ha
So I dont know what I last posted on here but it was probably a rant about something. This isnt a rant.
No, whilst i've had a monumental sulk about not being able to go and skate hills recently, i've got into something else. Terms in skateboarding are a bit shit so what this is is something like "going out skateboarding and attempting to have a laugh with a little board and funny wheels and a bit of tarmac." And thats what i've been doing. Riding an inherently fun setup (Death 8.5, Rubbishy little trucks risered up and almost cored cult classics) means even the sensation of riding around is fun. Just really, really amusing for some reason. And then i've been going to a place that is just a pretty much flat bit of tarmac, and seeing what can be done. Just silly little things that build board control. And then putting these things into a line. Which currently is popping the board over, so it's upside down on my feet, flicking it over as I jump onto it, pivoting 180 to start down the little incline that is there, heelside 180 standup slide, pivoted backside 180, another standup slide, then pivot back 180 frontside. That took a bit of time.
All of this is silly little stuff that isnt really tricks, but this isnt about tricks, this is about trying to have a laugh with what i've got, which is a bit of tarmac.
So i've been doing this for several days now, sometimes going out 4 times a day because I get home and think of some other fun little thing to try.
And then today, I chuck some new shoes on that actually have grip left on them, and start popping some little stationary ollies. This is the funny bit. Way back when I first got into skateboarding, I'd try and try to ollie every now and then. Like decide "oh today im on it" and go to somewhere and flounder around for however long and go home again feeling tired and bored. And now just from having all these little things i've learnt to do, theres now fun there. From the silly little tricks, some kind of board control has developed, and thats where the ollies are coming from. I dont feel quite at home on a double kick board yet, but its getting there.
A few weeks ago, I never thought I would have any fun on a skateboard away from a hill. How wrong I was.
No, whilst i've had a monumental sulk about not being able to go and skate hills recently, i've got into something else. Terms in skateboarding are a bit shit so what this is is something like "going out skateboarding and attempting to have a laugh with a little board and funny wheels and a bit of tarmac." And thats what i've been doing. Riding an inherently fun setup (Death 8.5, Rubbishy little trucks risered up and almost cored cult classics) means even the sensation of riding around is fun. Just really, really amusing for some reason. And then i've been going to a place that is just a pretty much flat bit of tarmac, and seeing what can be done. Just silly little things that build board control. And then putting these things into a line. Which currently is popping the board over, so it's upside down on my feet, flicking it over as I jump onto it, pivoting 180 to start down the little incline that is there, heelside 180 standup slide, pivoted backside 180, another standup slide, then pivot back 180 frontside. That took a bit of time.
All of this is silly little stuff that isnt really tricks, but this isnt about tricks, this is about trying to have a laugh with what i've got, which is a bit of tarmac.
So i've been doing this for several days now, sometimes going out 4 times a day because I get home and think of some other fun little thing to try.
And then today, I chuck some new shoes on that actually have grip left on them, and start popping some little stationary ollies. This is the funny bit. Way back when I first got into skateboarding, I'd try and try to ollie every now and then. Like decide "oh today im on it" and go to somewhere and flounder around for however long and go home again feeling tired and bored. And now just from having all these little things i've learnt to do, theres now fun there. From the silly little tricks, some kind of board control has developed, and thats where the ollies are coming from. I dont feel quite at home on a double kick board yet, but its getting there.
A few weeks ago, I never thought I would have any fun on a skateboard away from a hill. How wrong I was.
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Skateboard Gear
So, skateboarding gear, specifically stuff for going down hills is a funny business. Sabre 38's have just dropped and are more expensive than I anticipated, so I suppose they arnt intended to be "regular rkp market" or "CNC precision rkp market" but something like "regular rkp market+1" which is interesting, and certainly adds something to the whole picture. A bit more of an investment than regular truck gear (indeed on the Vandem web store a single complete truck with the 38 plate is £60). Do they skate that bit nicer? Difficult to know. To be blunt, this is because nobody has bought any yet and offered an opinion, although the opinion of somebody else arguably isnt that useful to anybody but the person themself, and even then are any of us qualified to make an assessment of an item of skate gear beyond "seems fun skating this" or "this feels a bit ming"?
And that, is the purpose of this post; exploring the idea of opinions on hill shredding gear.
A case is my slightly coned green cult zillas. These are 83a (probably), started off 72mm, and by most accounts are really, really nice. Cult race wheels are famed by most to offer substantial levels of grip with a "predictable slide". Now this wasnt the case for me for most of my time skating them, and I now know this was due to poor weight distribution in a slide, that would have made any race wheel feel very choppy in a slide and cause similar issues with keeping feet in place on the board. However, some things have happened since that are quite interesting, starting with a paticular run, the one I made on the morning of Crash and Burn (and sit around and feel sad) race day.
So this run, this run was atrocious. Like, by taking part in it, I was insulting downhill skateboarding, it was that comprehensively shamefully shit. Starting at the top of Bopeep, I had been getting on with these wheels fairly well so far during the weekend. I had some issues with staying with the board during high speed slides due to my back knee rising slightly, this due to my inability to concentrate on what im supposed to be doing when skating a hill. Anyway, I could coleman them fine under 30. No issues there. Until this run.
I push off, I go for my "test slide" (something I got into that weekend to warm up before then hooning all the way to carnage corner, a single slide put in just a little way after pushing off, and some way before the initial right hander.) Well, this plainly doesnt work. I go into the slide, and my board just stops, I lose my feet and feel a bit sad. I imagine this must have been due to having my back knee up in a slide and shrug it off. I go for another slide (having decided to slide all the way down), and really pay attention to what im doing. I make sure my back knee is where it should be, and the same thing happens. This is a bit odd. Try again, same thing. Go down to the corner, just manage to keep my feet from falling off, and have to adjust them afterwards. The rest of the run didnt really transpire because I stopped to have tea and biscuits and a discussion about the pro's and con's of the alterative voting system with Adam Persson (without biscuits or tea or the pro's and con's of the alterative voting system).
But anyway, this was a bit sad, I felt like a twat due to being unable to coleman (all I do, when I think about it, that and harass Skippy in various forms over the internet). And I think to myself, do I want to be skating this setup? Is it the wheels, or the rest of the setup, or what, that means that sometimes, it just isnt going to work for me? I surely cannot be completely happy with this if due to nothing in paticular I can randomly utterly lose it.
So on the topic of the wheels, I skated them at a spot down in eastbourne, and the board didnt feel so good. These "predictable" wheels initiate into a slide ok, and when I pay attention I can keep my feet on the board, but they feel, well, not so cool. The slide is a honking great DERRPPPPP to a stop, that feels uncomfortable and well, I dont know how to describe it. Not nice.
But then, I bosh on my converters, wheels that are really, really cool, and at this spot, they chatter towards when you hook up the slide. Now that was weird, because when I have skated them elsewhere, they do not do this.
So how the eff do you assess skate gear then? How do I say whether I do like Zillas when they are supposed to be nice and can be nice for me, and then can feel cack at one hill, or cack for one weird run from hell. And is it even the wheels, or the setup in general?
On the subject of my overall setup, I am thinking things. One aspect of skating is footbraking, and at any kind of speed I cannot do this on my setup. Im running my trucks fairly turny, and its a short wheelbase, high topmount, so its not tricky to deduce why. I am gradually coming round to the decision of buying something like a sequel (31" WB, drop through), something that will be confidence inspiring and low, and perhaps more suitable for my gangly frame. I mean, I am fairly tall, and im skating a small topmount just because it fits a short tuck that I find nice at the moment and lets me get away with a cornering technique that is, to be honest, gay as fuck. I should just get a hencher board and learn to corner properly and switch up my tuck a bit. And get the benefits including being able to footbrake, easier slides, and not having to pay so much bloody attention.
Yeah I should do that.
Time to look at big drop throughs, and not really discuss it, because it all goes back to one thing.
A JOB.
And that is something I have no idea about. I cant brave the job world.
Oh yeah, theres no real conclusions to anything mentioned here, apologies.
Will
And that, is the purpose of this post; exploring the idea of opinions on hill shredding gear.
A case is my slightly coned green cult zillas. These are 83a (probably), started off 72mm, and by most accounts are really, really nice. Cult race wheels are famed by most to offer substantial levels of grip with a "predictable slide". Now this wasnt the case for me for most of my time skating them, and I now know this was due to poor weight distribution in a slide, that would have made any race wheel feel very choppy in a slide and cause similar issues with keeping feet in place on the board. However, some things have happened since that are quite interesting, starting with a paticular run, the one I made on the morning of Crash and Burn (and sit around and feel sad) race day.
So this run, this run was atrocious. Like, by taking part in it, I was insulting downhill skateboarding, it was that comprehensively shamefully shit. Starting at the top of Bopeep, I had been getting on with these wheels fairly well so far during the weekend. I had some issues with staying with the board during high speed slides due to my back knee rising slightly, this due to my inability to concentrate on what im supposed to be doing when skating a hill. Anyway, I could coleman them fine under 30. No issues there. Until this run.
I push off, I go for my "test slide" (something I got into that weekend to warm up before then hooning all the way to carnage corner, a single slide put in just a little way after pushing off, and some way before the initial right hander.) Well, this plainly doesnt work. I go into the slide, and my board just stops, I lose my feet and feel a bit sad. I imagine this must have been due to having my back knee up in a slide and shrug it off. I go for another slide (having decided to slide all the way down), and really pay attention to what im doing. I make sure my back knee is where it should be, and the same thing happens. This is a bit odd. Try again, same thing. Go down to the corner, just manage to keep my feet from falling off, and have to adjust them afterwards. The rest of the run didnt really transpire because I stopped to have tea and biscuits and a discussion about the pro's and con's of the alterative voting system with Adam Persson (without biscuits or tea or the pro's and con's of the alterative voting system).
But anyway, this was a bit sad, I felt like a twat due to being unable to coleman (all I do, when I think about it, that and harass Skippy in various forms over the internet). And I think to myself, do I want to be skating this setup? Is it the wheels, or the rest of the setup, or what, that means that sometimes, it just isnt going to work for me? I surely cannot be completely happy with this if due to nothing in paticular I can randomly utterly lose it.
So on the topic of the wheels, I skated them at a spot down in eastbourne, and the board didnt feel so good. These "predictable" wheels initiate into a slide ok, and when I pay attention I can keep my feet on the board, but they feel, well, not so cool. The slide is a honking great DERRPPPPP to a stop, that feels uncomfortable and well, I dont know how to describe it. Not nice.
But then, I bosh on my converters, wheels that are really, really cool, and at this spot, they chatter towards when you hook up the slide. Now that was weird, because when I have skated them elsewhere, they do not do this.
So how the eff do you assess skate gear then? How do I say whether I do like Zillas when they are supposed to be nice and can be nice for me, and then can feel cack at one hill, or cack for one weird run from hell. And is it even the wheels, or the setup in general?
On the subject of my overall setup, I am thinking things. One aspect of skating is footbraking, and at any kind of speed I cannot do this on my setup. Im running my trucks fairly turny, and its a short wheelbase, high topmount, so its not tricky to deduce why. I am gradually coming round to the decision of buying something like a sequel (31" WB, drop through), something that will be confidence inspiring and low, and perhaps more suitable for my gangly frame. I mean, I am fairly tall, and im skating a small topmount just because it fits a short tuck that I find nice at the moment and lets me get away with a cornering technique that is, to be honest, gay as fuck. I should just get a hencher board and learn to corner properly and switch up my tuck a bit. And get the benefits including being able to footbrake, easier slides, and not having to pay so much bloody attention.
Yeah I should do that.
Time to look at big drop throughs, and not really discuss it, because it all goes back to one thing.
A JOB.
And that is something I have no idea about. I cant brave the job world.
Oh yeah, theres no real conclusions to anything mentioned here, apologies.
Will
Saturday, 11 August 2012
Aint gotta be organised, just gotta be fun.
"I want to use the example of competitive sport at the Olympics to lead a revival of competitive sport in primary schools.
"We need to end the 'all must have prizes' culture and get children playing and enjoying competitive sports from a young age, linking them up with sports clubs so they can pursue their dreams.
"That's why the new national curriculum in the autumn will include a requirement for primary schools to provide competitive sport."
OH DEARY ME
So my last blog post was a bit of a rant, this is intended to be more objective but probably wont be. Anyway, olympics fever is in full swing, and now there is a scramble from politicians and public figures to insist that we need to "capitalise" on our "olympic legacy." And other such nice terms for the papers. I dont want to post something like "wiafheklhfhkasef" so I shall say this.why the eff is there this obsession that competitive sport should be the only kind that should be pushed? Yes, it is nice to see the olympic success stories, but I would be equally as pleased if we didnt have an olympic squad at all. Because those people would be having fun doing other stuff. If this were the case, the media would be shocked and appalled, instead of accepting that there are more ways of having fun through sport/activities than the narrow scope of official, organised stuff.
There is so much money being talked about being put into getting organised sport pushed in schools. Heres an idea, what about setting some money aside, and then saying, hey children, society of the present and future, what do you actually want to do? What do you think will be cool to try?
Because for me, personally, downhill skateboarding is my thing, and I didnt find that through having to do the rugby or cricket or whatever that was on the school sports agenda at the time. If you ask people what they want to do, instead of insisting on what society wants people to do (i.e visible things for the sake of visibility and winning medals and international competitions), people can try stuff. Try stuff they might enjoy, instead of having to do things they might not being enjoying. Maybe one dude wants to sit and play the piano, guitar, whatever, because thats his thing. Maybe some other kid wants to read a book, or do some bloody hard maths problem, or go and climb a hill. And there will be some people who do want rules and organisation and winning medals. And thats cool too.
Society has got to encourage expression and people finding what they want to do in life. That might be something organsed and official. That might be playing skateboards. That might be something that cant at all be classified as a sport. Art, media, music, mucking around, having fun.
People do not have to conform. But they can if they want, obviously.
Will
Friday, 10 August 2012
.
Downhill skateboarding is a fucking stupid thing to enjoy. How incredibly silly that the major thing that I enjoy is skateboarding down hills, whilst living here.
We have found tescos cack hill, which contrary to the name is not a hill. It is a slope. It is cack. If you push like FUCK you can get enough speed to just about pendy a slide back. If you are on classics. I found a hill vaguely nearby but it is a bit shit looking really. It's just far enough away that I cant skate to it, it needs a spotter and its just a little bomb down to a slide on a screwed up surface. Skating a hill that needs a spotter on your larry is not going to be fun/any good.
And then, I'm constantly hearing stuff from the olympics coverage, such as (to paraphrase)
"So yeah I loved this sport so I just kept on doing it"
Such phrases provoke reactions from me that can be described as despair, irritation, annoyance and other such unfortunate things. I cant go skate a hill whenever I want. I get to skate a hill every two weeks (ish). This is utterly sickening. I cant find the same enjoyment from other stuff, as much as i've tried, I'm here to skate hills.
You get to skate hills whenever if you live in bristol, london, on the coast, down in cornwall, in wales, east, everywhere where I know there are scenes. Except here. The unfairness of this is something I just cannot get over. Why can I not go skate a hill whenever I want? I'd be there all the time. I want to be getting on it, like everybody else is. And I cant.
Fuck it.
We have found tescos cack hill, which contrary to the name is not a hill. It is a slope. It is cack. If you push like FUCK you can get enough speed to just about pendy a slide back. If you are on classics. I found a hill vaguely nearby but it is a bit shit looking really. It's just far enough away that I cant skate to it, it needs a spotter and its just a little bomb down to a slide on a screwed up surface. Skating a hill that needs a spotter on your larry is not going to be fun/any good.
And then, I'm constantly hearing stuff from the olympics coverage, such as (to paraphrase)
"So yeah I loved this sport so I just kept on doing it"
Such phrases provoke reactions from me that can be described as despair, irritation, annoyance and other such unfortunate things. I cant go skate a hill whenever I want. I get to skate a hill every two weeks (ish). This is utterly sickening. I cant find the same enjoyment from other stuff, as much as i've tried, I'm here to skate hills.
You get to skate hills whenever if you live in bristol, london, on the coast, down in cornwall, in wales, east, everywhere where I know there are scenes. Except here. The unfairness of this is something I just cannot get over. Why can I not go skate a hill whenever I want? I'd be there all the time. I want to be getting on it, like everybody else is. And I cant.
Fuck it.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)