Fly Free Little Mikey......

I must first comment on Mikeys lovely video posted below. He’s clearly been busy in his windowless little hole stitching clips of stunts together for months on end to come up with this smashing little number. He really is rather good, if a little pale.

He’s decided that I’m not that fun to blog with anymore and is now fully involved with his new website venture with the Guildford based BMX photographer Sam King (who he may or may not be related to). I think Mikey would like people to think he made the website himself but I’m fairly sure Sam did it. It looks pretty pro, and about 99% more sophisticated than the sooo 2008 rollingimage.

I know what you’re all thinking, Mikey has just used me for everything he can, and now he’s just throwing me to the side like a sweaty sock to choke on his dust. It pretty much is like that actually, but I’m dealing with it. When I first invited Mikey to blog with me he was just coming up, nobody knew who he was and nobody really liked him, least of all me. But the begging letters were just getting beyond a joke, and for the sake of the environment I had to let him have write access. In the however long it’s been since he’s been posting up the odd vid on here Mikey has been seeking global BMX video domination. His popularity among the sort of people who ride UKBikeco frames has doubled, he’s learnt to communicate using actual speech, and he’s even learnt the art of humour (that’s what he calls it anyway). His dress sense has got a bit better, if a little generic, but anything is better than grey peacocks ankle swingers, and he’s got a proper camera bag now instead of carrying his equipment round in a Transformers lunch box. Old habits die hard I suppose.

When Mikey came to meet me in my second largest study, the one with the signed Heather Mills prosthetic leg in a glass cabinet, I could tell by the look on his effeminate face that he was about to deliver a heavy blow. After that was over with he looked up and told me he was leaving me for a younger, more flashy, but undoubtedly rather less dashing website owner. It was the end of something special. I called security and they promptly ejected him.

I feel that without me, Mikey would be literally nothing. I taught him everything he knows about videography, editing, women, home made boobie-traps, you name it. But I feel proud that he is going to bigger and better places. He said he’ll still pop by from time to time though, but I don’t doubt the visits will become fewer and fewer until I’m long forgotten, like a great grandparent in a nursing home.

Farewell Mike King. Go and annoy someone else with your stupid magic trick.

Now go and have a look at FFWDbmx here.

; )