
Bang! Pop goes the good-bad times....and here come the pics!
So Bang! Suddenly I'm back at work in my new mega-commute job in the LA 'burbs - and it's painful. Seven weeks out went by in teh blink of an eye....the blink of an eye I tell you. So, the money will roll again (right into my mortgage account), but life feels weirdly over. So, yeah, I whined about getting laid off, and now I'm whining about going back to work - I am obviously a bastard.
Anyway, I spent a great deal of my seven weeks worrying about not having a job, then the last week down about going back to work. But these last few weeks have had some rad times - hanging with Ramos, his lady and the Ramos-possee is always good times. Add a Morrissey show to that and its slightly better
Then, amazingly, teh Pogue-meister shows up in LA too - peruses my collection (he's sooooooooooooo jealous of all the Real Head I own....riiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhht... ) and we have fun.
Add Pete teh God of Turtle taking me to Jinkies for a great breakfast on Saturday, and last weekend kind of rocked... and I didn't even get any new toys.
But back to the last few weeks - my two-weeker to England was RAD - filled with memories, family and fate (think I'm exagerating? I kid you not, if not for the randomness of my visit someone very close to me would probably be dead now - so, things are working how they should be).
Here's a few things from along teh way:
Under teh South Bank, skate history in living action - this guy shredded SUPER hard - you should see teh video I took. Huge Nollies to crooked nose grind, massive switch flips...and the guy pulled em off more than he didn't - RAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!
Silversun Pickups first ever show outside North America...and I was so close that....
Brian offered to plug my ears for me while the lovely Nikki looked on....
Even before I was born there, Scarborough's Donkey's have RULEd:
but I guess time didn't move on...I shit you not, these were everywhere... oh dear:
and onto ancient history in York. These gold lectern sculpts blow away Real Head I'm afraid, and they are waaaaay more ancient:
Ghosts in teh machine...errr...minster
and check the Kaiju out - clear vinyl goodness with squishy brain:
and bakc to London with Wales' finest, the incomparable and criminally underated MANIC STREET PREACHERS - James hown here:
and over to Brighton, Londons seaside get-away, and now containing a great little toystore run by cool, friendly locals:
and here we are in South London:
and a little bit of God Save Us love:
and, a definite highlight...LoSK in full effect:
I need this to go with my Labbit stools (ulp!) - a Bowie Coffee table from Paul Smith for a princley $1400:
oh, did I say that this looked spectacular, but SUCKED so hard in all other ways:
and finally, what better way to say goodbye to London than with our very own iconic coke head hotster meets Philip Green's Topshop empire...woooooo hoooooooooooooooooo......
fack...this took forver to create, enjoy, cos judging by my new job and the amount of work I'll need to be doing, and the lack of ..errr.... privacy ....my posting will be going down da cripper-crapper. Bye.