Monday, April 23, 2007

Straight to Hell.

Saturday mornin solo mission tae Aberdeen. Aw guid though, Hank3 ridin shotgun.
Over the bridge.

Lookin bleak up north eh. Drive on.


Arrived in Aberdeen and ah was greeted by yer local Aberdonian.
Ah'm tellin ye, they aw look like that up that way.


Lookin through Tez's camera ah could spot Benson burnin some.




StreetCol was there. Killin it.





This bowl is unbelievable.






Mini ramp set up couldnae get much better, Div carve grind.







Aye! thats right, he's back. Good friends, good times.








Back in Edinburrows Sunday night The Wallopers were playin the subway. Big crew oot tae. Quality.









Never mind their names, check their pusses.






















Ootside the smokers were gettin rowdy. Aye check who it is!!! Fuckin Ricky Simpsons back. Word up Ricky.


























Startin tae get a wee bit messy right aboot now. Check Col's fist.






























Some of the Certain Death crew tryin tae look menacin.
















The Wallopers gettin some.

















Hard tae believe Stew fell asleep standin up. It was only aboot 10 o clock.






































Haha, Sprocket sings the new Wallopers song.




















Check it oot. Four wheeled steeds.












































Time for Certain Death.























Stevie is always havin the best times. Double shootin.













































































Davie gettin his pitface on.
























































Git it up ye.






























Time tae get goin.





























Col was itchin for a kebab. They were guid tae.































Ah left Col tae get himsel home lone ranger like.
































Tuesday, April 17, 2007

1st Camping Sesh Of The Summer.

Off on the solo mish to Macrahanish.
Stopped in at caravans to see it going off then went Macrahanish village to hook up with the Bazman Liam n Ian Arthur. Got the fire going and the Barrys swanky new tent up.
Orange and beef casserole for dinner.

Sol turned up with his barbie and tales of the night sky.

Bazman says wussup to the walloper.


Mmm. Fire Stoker.
Should have brought a bottle

Instead Liam brought a bottle of laphroaig, together with Yule Ferguson and his bluegrass kitty kat Buster = good times.



A good brew

bacon, haggis

n beans = breakfast of champions.

The suits were dry, which was a bonus.

Barrys new family machine.
Cows have there own crossings here.

Westport Beach was heaving as usual.

Sols setup has spring loaded suspension.

Time to give Scots board some Mighty Mounds courtesy of Mrs. Palmers and her five daughters.


Not much going on at caravans the day.

King Of The Surf Guitar.

Liam was first in.

I was ichin to get some.


Faster ya bald bastard.!

That's about as good as i got.

It was well shallow in bits. you gotta totally watch.
That was quite a bit out and i'm standing on this monty rock.
It was quite good for boosting off to catch waves though.
Liam and Sol.

Liam.
Barrys breeks are killah.
Off home passed the red sheep at the pyramids at Livi