Day 3

It's been a pretty sick day really, good to see the skatepark finally happening in our own town. Three and a half years we've been trying for this and shit's finally going down. Gone will be the days of wasting time on money on public transport to get to places like London or Harlow, the usual places we go to skate.

Everyone has been hyped today with tricks being banged all over the house, games of skate being the weapon of choice. Yesterday we had a team game last about an hour, with everyone feeling conked out by the end of it. Stupidly, in a split second decision of being frustrated with a trick, I booted the middle of my cliche and snapped half of the right side of it. Today I have been skating with a piece of griptape over the snapped part to hold it together until my new board arrives tommorrow.


Griptape preventing it from snapping. Ghetto

There's gonna be all sorts going on when it's finished, with us unveiling 'new trick thursdays'. I'll let someone else describe the nitty gritty details some other time.

Aside from all this happy clappy cheeryness, the young locals have been opening up the fences to the site, climbing in and throwing rocks, dirt, llamas, you name it, they've thrown it. I wouldn't mind but we've waited too long for these little pricks to come along and take the piss. The fact is they are probably going to be use this skatepark themselves when it's completed to scooter, get in the way and just be plain nuisances. Little ungrateful chavs are all we need when it's finished.

~ Jamie