So, i went to this dinner thing for work yeah....to help a work mate out (who didnt turn up).....it was the shittest thing i have ever been too in my fucking life.........I was sat on a table with a bunch of mid life pissed up wankers (although they were only lik 5 years older than me but it seemed like a lifetime!!).......there was this one dude that kept saying i look like harry hill.........ALL night....like about 100 times.....'hey!! hey dave!! check this bloke out............harry hill!?.....init....amazing!!! harry hill!!!! init!!!....mmm?'..........he kept bringing people over to the table and saying it.......then.....another one said...'no.,....with that velvet dicky bow he looks more like austin powers.....'...and then kept saying that all night....until i called him a prick.....he then stopped saying it.

it was like i was the younger one being picked on, they thought they looked cool and funny...........the reality is, i was there (and dressed like a dick) because i HAD to be.....they were there (and also dressed like dicks) because they WANTED to be. . . . cunts....so i left at 11pm and listened to angry hip hop as i drove through east london at night......and thought to myself...'its all going to be ok, im still a dirty skateboarder. And situations with 'normal' people are still very awkward for me......i know all skateboarders, artists and musicians probably feel the same and would understand this comment....its hard to relate to 'normal' people.....they arent funny, they have no talent, no interests...all they care about is work and money...and look at you as if your metnal if you even mention the word skateboarding, or painting or anything that isnt margins, and mark ups and profits......now i have a good job, i earn good money and im in the rat race for sure...but inside i still feel like this.........its messed up.......but at least i still feel something in me belly when i watch a skate vid or look at rad pics or listen to good music.........and thats how i know its all good.

word to the knives.