…look out Portugal – cos there’s a new breed of rail-grinding, kick-flippin’, oh so stylin’ it crew hitting your concrete.
This is the new school coming through and they’re taking names. Okay so there’s a couple of old duffers in there too who should be tucked up in a rocking chair reading Saga magazine and sipping on some Ovaltine but we’re refusing to go down easy.
So let the new roll with the classic (more here) and may my arse not hurt quite so much in the morning…
I didn’t surf today. Quite frankly I wish I had (it hurts less).