LDNGraffiti. London Graffiti Street Art, documented.

LDNGraffiti. London Graffiti Street Art, documented.

Sideburn 8 Launch Party

Free tea, and cake.

http://sideburnmag.blogspot.com/2011/06/sideburn-8-launch-party.html

Here:

http://sideburnmag.blogspot.com/2011/06/reilly-rocket.html

507 Kingsland Road.
The corner of Tottenam Road & Kingsland Road London, Hackney E8 4AU.

This Thursday.

Wheel bolts.

Got one side of the sussers on the MB done. Fook me the wheel nuts were tight, Dad and I had to resort to a power bar to get them off. Job done, though had to angle grind the top nut off the ball joint as it was seized on the taper and the taper was rotating in the knuckle housing. Arse.

Got it all back together, went to take the wheel off the other side and the locking wheel bolt sheared. Fuck. Now I can't remove any of the wheels. Fuck.

Any idea if the bastard cunting things can be fooking removed by a bloke down the tyre centre? Cunting thing. Not very happy about having to buy 4 replacement bolts, and not be able to remove a wheel. What is the betting the fucking thing gets a fucking puncture at the end of my road where the RAC won't even help me, then genting fooking bastard bastards.

Not fecking happy.

RS

Monkeys

Picture the scene. A tiny, two room primary school on the edge of a small village on the west coast of Ireland. There was great excitement one day. There was a zoo coming to visit! Lots of happy, excited wee children running around and hardly able to keep from bursting with the sheer joy of this momentous happening.

When is the zoo here? How long until the zoo? Will there be elephants? These were all questions asked over and over again by the small group of kiddies who made up the pupil body. The three teachers answered all they could. We would have to be patient.

And after dinner time, when we had all been filed back in to our classrooms we heard the Zoo arrive.
With visions of wild animals filling our little heads we were ushered outside into the cold, biting wind of a late winters afternoon.
There parked in the playground was a fat knackers, battered Hillman Hunter with a car trailer converted into a cage sitting on two soft. bald tyres.
Inside this cage, as we all gathered around and Oohed and Aah ed were ten or so flea bitten, belligerent looking, ex-research monkeys. Who sat huddled in a pile, trying to hide under each other, looking out through the wire at us. For a few minutes both groups regarded each other..
Ten minutes later we were laughing and shouting at them. We Poked sticks through the wire at them. They never moved, just groaned lowly and wrapped their threadbare arms around each other for comfort..

Then one monkey, obviously the leader. He looked like he wanted to fuck someone up big style, moved over to the wire and put an arm out, as if to offer friendship. The child nearest him, a small girl called Monica was holding a hanky up to her nose because of the smell. She froze.

With one lightening move, the monkey grabbed the hanky out of Monica's hands and in the same moment, shoved it up his arse. All of it.
Then the little cunt swaggered around his tiny kingdom with an inch of hanky hanging out of his hoop, taunting the terrified girl.

The teachers made us go inside after most of us started to throw stones at the monkeys and the Knacker came back from the headmasters house opposite the school to see a full scale riot going on.

We should have burned the hairy freaks.
I hate monkeys.

Is Italy the coolest place on Earth?

Yep;