NLT 'Cloud' Premiere

Raskit

I went to my lecture on Friday afternoon.

Afterwards we met Clark at Waterloo.

We had a quick sesh on the block outside.

Ollie and Ali came down after they saw us from their window.

Ollie- Rowley Darkslide.

Yeah Bas.

Dizzee Rascal was at the Astoria.

Safe!

'Make some noise for me London!' ... 'BRAP BRAP BRAP!'

This is where he did covers off 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' and 'Seven Nation Army.'

Some beatbox guy came on. At the end of his 'set' he started 'Fix Up Look Sharp', which was Dizzee's ender.

The crowd loved it. So did I, it was well funny.

Safe Dizzee Rascal.

Post-gig.

We saw a huge gang of our friends on the way home.

We decided to go to The Rigg for some cheap drinks and a quiet game of pool.

It was karaoke night...

...So we bought some Jim Beam's.

Neck tattoo's are the new thing.

We had a good session of ODB, Slayer and System Of A Down.

Someone elses random shit party. Balaclava!?

The Arms- runnin' McClaren, what?!

This is where we laid down a new track, check the Arms myspace soon.

Pussy'ole.

The next day we went skateboarding. Westminster was a bust.

Trafalgar double set was next on the bill.

Clark was shredding.

I well wanna see Michelle McManus at G A Y tonight.

These road gaps didn't like Clark.

Maybe next time.
Shit got filmed on these banks, but here's Basi getting kicked off.

Euston is easily the world's best spot. Clark FS Feeble.

Myself- Switch FS Rock Roll.

Some crazy eurphonic Police motorbikes.

Back at the block, Clark was doing Layback Pimpslides.

And Crooks too.

See ya' Clark!

Basi's Tattoo

Ollie came round in the morning.


We ate at this grimey chicken shop, but it was likr a restaraunt. Weird...


This is 'Pricks' Tattoo shop on Old Street.


Some fat dog.





We had to wait almost 3 hours for Basi's tattoo.


This pub had the best seats.


Crazy wall decorations.








Basi finally got going on his new addition to his tattoos.





The final product. Basi i snow sponsored by Budweiser.


Our Sex Pistols tickets came! I know, I'm going to so many gigs this month.


We paid Ollie to wash up.


Worth it.


Later on we went Ministry (of course). This is Anthony.


Lewis 'If she wasn't so fit I'd spit on her' Hamilton.


Basi got with some Chinese girl. Lewis and Ollie doing, errr, something,,,


Back home we finally got into A Block!


No parties tonight, but we'll find one someday...


Thanks for breaking our ironing board Ollie. I never use it anyway.


Ollie was taking ages in the toilet, so we checked up in him. He was doing a poo, in MY toilet! So I took a photo and put it on the internet.



The next day... I'll hand over the blog to Basi for this bit:


I got to the venue, it was a gnarly dungeon.


Dave's band (Lets Bitter Cinema) were actually rad.


At the end of the set the lead singer went nuts and pushed the guitarist off the stage.


Dave was throwing mad post-gig shapes.


The second band were whack. The lead singer thought he was Ian Brown.


Everyone I blogged hated photographs.


This guy was dancing like Michael Jackson and Michael Flattley.





Me and Dave chilled while Shitting Fists DJ'd.