We'd beaten each other hundreds of times back at the flat, but this was the most important game of them all...
Not bad for a quiet night in...
The following day I was down the Syston Park scouting for the next generation of NLT riders.
I don't mind scooters, or rollerblades. BMX'ers that wait for their turn are fine. Kids on muddy mountain bikes I can handle. But this, is SUMMIN' ELSE!
'What's the point?'- Words of disgust after getting kicked out of the skatepark because it's not open yet.
Dead Nuns new shipment of DVD's available at the Boardroom.
Keeping with the theme of tournaments, we had a pool one down the Midland.
Talman vs. J-dizzle in the final.
After a good night at the Midland we all eagerly anticipated the next day at the park.
It was covered in shit from kids on bikes in the rain the day before.
The park was just about sweeped up and ready to skate, when some one through 2 bottles of full, cheap sticky coke over the bush and ran off giggling.
Beaver and John came down, to brighten the mood.