You Ain't No Rockstar!

Aiit! Me, Isaac and Martyn Cooper Rockstar Supreme minced right up north with Hitchcox and the very organized Vienna (Hitchers missus) for a bit of new years fun and a smidgen of riding bikes. We drove up on the 30th fully loaded with ham salad sarnies, crisps, drinks, clementines (not satsumas) courtesy of Vienna, which took about 8 hours to Glasgow then rode Unit 23 for a while. That place is cold. The bowl is rad though, like the little devil one. There was some kids there ruining it which was cool.
We drove to Aberdeen the next day and hooked up with some old friends (and some new ones) and sharked our way into the new year.
Mingo at 20/20 sorted out a lock in Jam following the new year celebrations which was cool. The locals there all all well good, and a funny bunch. I'm pretty sure Simon Gibb fancied Martyn because he couldn't leave the poor boy alone. I think Martyn liked the attention though because he kept on flirting right back. Quite cute I suppose.
I was pretty lazy with the photo's to be honest. Actually i was just getting in to it when the lock in ended. Ho Hum. I've put them on here cos there's only three.
There was loads more fun stuff that happened, but in jokes are never fun for the people who weren't there.
I must say cheers to Fisher for letting three strangers sleep on his floor for a few nights, and the same to Ozzy Chris, even though he's just a glorified version of us tramps.

Happy new year yeah?

Front jam, 10foot bowl. Brave.
I wanted to get a good feet-in-camera shot
Old Skool 3

I have just read all that back and I must say it's the laziest bit of writing I have ever done.
Do suink.