DONOVAN STRAIN

We'll Adam just asked me to find out what Donovan Strain has been up to, so using my detective powers of net searchery I found his new site with a cheeky little introduction video this shit could be TOIGHYT!

EGG NOGG. HELLS YEAH.

Last night, having drank many many egg nogg lattes from Starbucks this week without even knowing exactly what egg nogg is, I decided to make the fabled drink at home. The outcome was bangin' if not a little filling. a perfect evening hot toddie kinda thang.

My phone is super terrible at taking photos now-a-days, especially when it comes to making things look appealing so you're just going to have to trust me.

First, heat up around half a pint of milk in a pan on the hob, don't allow to boil and move occasionally.

Break one egg into a container along with a tablespoon of soft brown sugar.

Whisk and add a shot or two of Cognac. you can use rum or brandy i think, but I had Cognac. It'll look like dark toffee or something, looks more like shit on here.

Place spoon into the glass if you're using the glass you're going to be drinking it from as i did. This is so it doesn't crack. Then slowly whisk in all the hot milk. Grate on a good amount of nutmeg and enjoy.

It's like alcoholic custard in a glass. And it sent me right off to sleep. Got this recipe out of an awesome, retro cocktail book at my Mum and Dad's, so there'll be more where this came from. Meanwhile try it out for size.

Woops

Forgot to put this up on ere... sure everyones seen it by now but what the hell...

It was cold and wet and we had an hour of light. why not make a montage.

Woop There It Is!

Well, I haven't posted in a month and this is what I've been doing. A summer montage now that the summer is over and the chilly breeze seems to have moved in for good. Filming is almost over for Pigs in Wigs and we're getting a tad more picky about what's getting thrown into people's sections. So here it is. Now I'm off to Cornwall.

On My Travels

This little treat of a scrawling, would have just been quite amusing if it had been found in Newcastle. But because it was the first thing I saw when I got into Bristol city centre it rung a slightly higher (more happy to take a photo of a bus stop in the middle of the street) note.

A treat of a piece of skatepark graffiti. Not only does she have the largest vagina in the world, but she also has been treated to a life altering piece of plastic surgery in which her arm has been replaced by a penis large enough to fill any woman EVER (except herself)

And finally, last but not least, in conclusion and to sum up. We have here the lesser seen Marra Kurt in work attire. Here we have our beloved gnarly friend sacking off his usual skinny jeans and new era for cargo pants and beasting caterpillars...So rare is this sight that even Kate reached for her phone to take a snap. that or she's checking her hair in the sheen of her screen.
Good Day.

Almost Monthly Montage

Well ladies and gentlemen, its late as usualy, but its here non the less.

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What I'll Be Doing to Tom and Adam in September...

Jay Foreman

24:00

and if you like beatboxing watch it from the start.

In addition, if you fancy understanding some of the things Newcastle's Tom Whittle says, then watch this...

With the aid of 'Dirty' Dave Vise "London Slang 101".

Being an Effective Housewife with Bish

Stay at Bish's flat and on some, few, select mornings, you will bare witness to pure household ingenuity...

This months edition

Ladies and Gentlemen, here we have it, I care about everyone seeing this so much that I'm officially posting on my birthday.

Heres the montage loves. happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me.......

Boom Boom Boom a-let me hear you say Bristol... BRISTOL

As my girlfriend is now in Bath being a hot shot designer, I have no option but to journey down south on a regular basis. My first excursion to the south-west happened to be on a glorious day which I was lucky enough to be able to share with everyones favourite (no longer local) local OG David Hopper, and as they say 'when your girlfriend's at work and Bath has nothing to offer, go to Bristol because lots of good stuff is there!' At least that's what I've heard they say.

Anyway, after texts full of rail and bus instruction from David and alot of moody public transport workers, I finally found David Hopper looking super fly in alorralorra diamond atire (to quote Cilla Black)

First we went to Lloyds which is big and round and sick! Then we went to a lovely mellow bank, but first Hopper showed me his favourite outdoor seat in the whole of Bristol. I wasn't allowed a go.

Then after alot of complaining about my sore legs we were on a bus. Usually I can't think of anything worse than a bus ride, but as I had my 'First day ticket' it was all cushdy. As an added bonus we were traveling through the roughest part of Bristol where some building were so urban that even Hoppers XXL tee-shirt were upstaged.

We had a right session at Filton skatepark with Hoppers good friend and even better skateboarder Jason Lewer who put down some ha-ha-ha-hammers for Matty's Monthly Montage. He said he wants to come and do King of the Howman this year, and if he does we're all in trouble! After seeing a Banksy piece it was time to go. An all-round lovely trip...

...especially when you've gotta come back to Mr Krishna Muthurangu's unorthodox rock'n'roll filming stylings!

PEACE!

My Monthly Montage

Rightee ho, the time has come. A month late and not the most I've been out I'll be the first to admit, but anyway, here is March and Aprils efforts. I promise I'll do better next month.

MATTY's MONTHLY MONTAGE 6 from mattysmith on Vimeo.

Fester-Le-Shite

Aside from it being the place I lived until the age of four (and a glorious first four years they were) I have recently come to the conclusion that I hate Chester-le-street. While the town square looks like a spot that only Barcelona's finest could dream of finding, it turns out it's festering with slack jawed yokels doing wheelies on moutain bikes and their younger siblings asking me if I'm sponsored because they saw me do a tre flip. which, don't get me wrong, is flattering, but my joy and modest sense of pride was torn down after I attempted the wall ride I'd done 9 times already, and instead of riding up the wall like the agile salamander that I am, I managed this...

You may be thinking, that's not so bad, but after seeing the gap it left in my nose, your mind should be changed. Three plies down, three or four to go. (can't be arsed to count)
After a day of ollying gaps I didn't think this would be how I'd destroy my day old board.

P.S. Palace boards are actually very nice. Don't be put of by my sheer stupidity and/or their sheer hippidy hoppidy hipsternesss.

FIRST OF THE DAY

This morning, I decided to watch 'PACIFIC' to try and find Australia's own Rad Ned Valent. He told me that he was the only extra to get a full close up and this definitely wasn't an over statement! Around 30 minutes into the first episode Joanne screamed 'NED' (this of course being the only time I'll ever be comfortable hearing my girlfriend scream his name) and lo and behold there he was, packing stuff into some other stuff like a pro! -right hand side ladies and gents.

As if this wasn't enough, moments later as the boats descend upon the island and what do we have?! Our own nose-sliding Ozzy in full close-up mode. CHECK IT...

Holy Moly, if that isn't the best half an hour of a mini series ever then i don't know what is.

So to celebrate here's Team Babysnakes in King of the How Man! 2008... come back Ned.

Howman from bish muthu on Vimeo.

FLIPPY WHIP!

Well im not usually one for tricks on racing bicycles but this is ridiculous. At first i thought it was reversed but the car in the background goes the right way. Does look a bit off when he pulls up but judge it for yourselves.

First Real Post

Ok, so i'm going to try and get into the swing of posting regularly and eventually it'll feel like some sort of good outlet that also entertains people rather than feeling like i've signed up and now have to post.

Last week I found myself in Sheffield and Bath all week, not both places simultaneously as that's impossible, but more precisely: Sheffield at the start and end of the week with a tasty little Bath based filling.

After the berlingo landed in good old Sheffield I'd already found myself right at home as the first ever Fresh Prince was on, a phenomenon I had never witnessed and will probably never again unless I was to purchase the DVD series from this sandwich shop that i saw later in the day as my girlfriend dragged me down Eklesall road to find a pub she thought had perhaps been there (or maybe Leeds) 5 or 6 years prior.

After this we gave up on a pub lunch and opted for the time old traditional Sheffield dish of Cornish Pasties. We aren't lucky enough to have a true Cornish Pasty shop in Newcastle and believe me, if we did i'd be dead by now because the pasties from the Proper Pasty Company are spot on!

I'll leave you with a small nugget of cultural general knowledge before I start telling you my top scores in scrabble and other unimportant rabble from last week.

If you are visiting Sheffield in the near future and are above 5'7" you may want to be careful when leaving and entering rooms as it seems that the population of Yorkshire do not exceed this hight as demonstrated by their door frames.

P.S. BRAWNY=54 and QUAKERS=60

The Beauty of a Berlingo

06:56 that's the reason for this blog