Friday, 30 September 2011

Inbox'd Actions...

Just some very quick re-edits of some flics that ended up in my inbox. From Dettol Kills....

Pranged...

Chilled...

A Few Tunnel Shots...

Just a few shots of some tunnels explored when ever it was...

Which Way?

Walkways...

On and On...

Monday, 26 September 2011

Rainy Trip To Amsterdam...

I got away on 2 holidays this year, and finally managed to visit Amsterdam. Its another place on the map I have been meaning to visit for years. I had visited years ago on a family holiday, but there's not much you can do when your with family, especially at a young age. Me and my Girlfriend managed to get free flights using Air miles, so all we needed was some accommodation and we were set. It was still a very last minute trip, we had only booked the flights 2-3 weeks before we departed. When I was looking at hostels I was looking at 30-40Euros a night, and that was each. Im assuming there is still some dirt cheap, skanky hostels that I could of found for 10Euros a night or something, but I wasnt feeling that kinda trip. I had already done a hobo mission in France for a week. I decided to look into camping, and that was the winner. It was 44Euros for the time we would of been staying there. So I wrote down the location, and we prepared.

I did purchase a new tent, which did set me back £40, but its one of those things I could justify. I really do like a bit of camping, so its gonna get some serious usage in the next few years. As usual I was packing light, couple of t-shirts, shorts, jeans, hoody and a coat. Where as the misses had a whole wardrobe. I had all my camera bits as well. I finished work on a Sunday night and we prepared everything before heading out early on a Monday morning. We got a lift from Teh Otter over at Silent UK, which was handy as. Trying to get to Heathrow for 7am is a nightmare. Would of consisted of night buses and all sorts. Im not gonna lie all the fuss over Terminal 5 was too much. I dont fly much so maybe thats my problem, but whats so fancy about it? Its all new and fresh etc, but I cant see whats so special about it. The only thing I loved about it was this HUGE escalator. Sliding down this thing on my bum would of been a dream. I would of broken my back at the bottom, but who can say they wouldnt want to try?

Bum Slide Deluxe...
Flight wasnt long at all to Amsterdam, takes just over an hour, but you gain the hour back when the clocks change. First thing was to get from the airport to the city center. We flopped straight away by getting on the wrong train. It said Centraal on the board so we hopped on. After 40 minutes of travelling into some random fields, we decided this was definitely not the right train. The train kept rolling through stations which was a tad scary, we werent sure if we had gotten on an express train that was going to take hours. It finally came to stop at a station, so we jumped on one going the opposite way. After a nice scenic hour and a half train journey we arrived back at the airport.

Random Train Journey...
We got on the correct train this time and probably no more than 20minutes later we arrived at the centraal station. We quickly hopped on the 26 tram towards Camping Zeeburg. Their trams are mega efficient, they run every 5 minutes or so and are quick at getting places. We had a quick walk to the campsite, which seemed like hours because we were so tired. We arrived at the campsite and set the tent up asap. The weather wasnt amazing, and didnt look as if it was going to get any better. We got the tent up and about 10minutes later it started to rain. We sat around for a bit and had some food and a drink. 


Bustin' The Nikes...
My girlfriend had an old friend visiting Amsterdam at the same time as us but was leaving the next day, so we only had Monday night to see them properly. So we headed back off into central on the good, trusty tram. It had stopped raining and had slightly cleared up which was a result. We met them at the station and off we went. He had been on a mash up all day, well all week with his mates. I think we were expecting them to be in a worse of state than they actually were. We met them at the Grasshopper, which seems a busy and like a pretty well known and popular bar/cafe. I had been told to semi stay away from the mainstream places, but I wont lie, I really liked this place. You had the smoking room downstairs, the middle floor was drinking, and they had a restaurant upstairs. You also had some outside seating which was real nice for an afternoon/evening session.


Grasshopper, Amsterdam...
I wasnt sure what to expect from any of the places in Amsterdam, I havent actually been on a kinda solo holiday here in my life, only with family as mentioned before. So in we went, and im not gonna lie, everyone probably goes to Dam for the green and nice buds, but when I saw they had hash, I was a tad intrigued to see what theirs was like. I dont really know why, I think it was when I was growing up I used to smoke hash all the time, it was more common for me to have hash then any bud. So I said sorry to my woman, and got myself 2.5g of some Super Pollen. All I can say is the quality of hash in the UK is miserable compared to Amsterdam. It crumbled so nice, smoked and tasted amazing, and it actually burns away nicely. I dont think I had one hotrock burn a hole in any of my clothing. 


Old Friends...

Friends, of a Friend's, Old Friend...

Chocomel, Hash,  and Dr Pepper...No More I Could Ask For...
We chilled in the grasshopper for a fair few hours. Literally sessioned the hash all night. Our plans were to just have a quick wander around the red light district and see what mischief we could get up to. Its pretty funny watching this butters slags trying to earn a measly wage. Do they really earn that much money? All you see is the usual lads out on a holiday, winding the women up at their windows. I think the only people you see walk in and out are either the pimps, or some form of rich Arabic Prince/Businessman. Either way it made me laugh, especially when I finally went that girl looks as if she could be pretty good looking. Then we would walk over and I would be like "FUCK NO!". Always had a mashed up face.


Wonky Roads...
We walked around for a while, got some dinner, we got some banging noodles. I think the place was called Wok To Go or something cant even remember now, but it was pretty amazing. We got a tad bored of the Red Light District, and decided to say our goodbyes and head back to the campsite to get some well needed sleep. I know people might think camping must suck, but when you got a blow up mattress, 2 sleeping bag, someone to hug, and the space of a 3 man tent, its more cushty than you would think. 


I got a good nights sleep and we woke up to rain. It wasnt chucking it down, but it was enough you would get pretty wet after a while in it. We waited for it to die down, then we headed back in to central. We hadnt planned much for any of the days, which was probably a bad idea considering the weather was now crap and we couldnt aimlessly wander around. Well, we could, but we didnt want to walk around because of the weather. We decided to head down to a few of the market places we had heard of, and check what ever we saw along the way. 


Nice To See Some London Heads...

Oker Etch...

Henxs Market Stall...
I spotted quite a few London heads etc over there, there is a lot of bits dotted around in un-suspecting places. I didnt manage to get any painting in as the weather was pants, didnt even get to scope or see much either. We wandered around near enough all day, having the odd stop off in cafes etc. I had been recommended a few cafes by a friend. We stumbled upon one called Bluebird. I think its quite well known, but it was still quiet. There was only a few people in there. They had a pretty good selection. The one that seemed to stand out was some Candy Kush. It was one of their most expensive but it wasnt overpriced. It has to be some of the best weed Ive smoked in my life. There could be better but the taste, smell, just everything about it was amazing. Obviously a fat one was rolled and off we went. All I can remember is getting half way through, stopping and staring out the window for an hour or something. I remember my girlfriend asking me what I was looking at. I really didnt know! If I could somehow buy this back in the UK, I could buy a few grams and it could last me years. 

Shes Special...


Munching...


After dossing around in there for a while we had a few drinks, then we knew we had to move on or we would proper green out and fall asleep in there. We went for another wander in the rain, which kinda sorted us out. We stopped off at some Argentinean Restaurant, no idea why, but their prices seemed pretty reasonable, and as soon as we saw the BBQ Spare Ribs sign we both knew what we were feeling. They were mega tasty, proper filled that gap in my stomach. We went for a usual wander around after this. Saw some more bits, bought some more snacks etc, before hitting the tent again.


Walking...

Walking More...


We woke up to the last full day we had, and yep, it was to a dark grey, cloudy sky again. It was damp but hadnt rained yet. So we darted out pretty early. We had overheard someone talking about visiting the zoo. For some reason this seemed like a dope idea. While it was nice we walked from central station all the way to the zoo on the out skirts. It was a good 45minute walk, but we saw a load of stuff on the way which was nice. Especially considering we hadnt got to walk around all that much because of the weather.

We reached the zoo, we thought the ques were massive, there was loads of school kids about. But we walked up had a ticket with in a few minutes and walked straight in. Now you are all probably gonna read this and think why the fuck would you go to a zoo when your in Amsterdam? But the way I see it is why just sit in cafes stoned out of your face all day. Their zoo was massive though, we wandered around for about 6 hours. Theres loads to see and how the display everything is so different to the UK. You have enclosures for monkeys etc that you actually walk into and walk through. The coolest one was the butterfly's. You walked into a big greenhouse and had the butterfly's floating about, all around you. If you were quick enough you could grab them. It was just a random cool, new way to see animals in a zoo. It beats being meters away behind a cage.

Butterfly...

Butterfly...

Seals...

Lizards...
I loved the zoo, I managed to see some turtles having sex as well. Which made me giggle, Im pretty immature like that. I managed to get some snaps of a dress that my Girlfriend had made up in Vietnam. Then more wanderings were in order, and we got some more food after visiting a cafe. We visited somewhere which said unlimited ribs. I opted for a steak but the ribs were pretty tasty. Then we headed back to the campsite for more sleep.

Dress Tings...

Dress Tings...

Dress Tings...

Hotdog...I Remembered Him From Years Ago...
We had quite a chilled few nights that we were in bed pretty early. But this was because the campsite was a long walk away, and we had to get the tram back there, which left at 12.45am latest. I suppose this was the only downside to camping, but if the weather had been nice we would have rented bikes, or maybe even done the walk. We never tried to see how long it would have been. There wasnt much we could do on the last day, we had to be at the airport at 2pm to check in. So we had to wake up early, pack the tent up, pack everything then head off to central. We woke up at 10am and had everything packed by 11am. We left the campsite then headed off into central. We decided to visit The Grasshopper again as it was pretty close to the Centraal Station where we could catch the train straight to the airport. We stayed there for a couple of hours then headed off and said bye to Amsterdam.

I really think I need to get back to Amsterdam. I felt as if I had missed out big time due to the weather. I love just walking around cities and seeing stuff, but the weather stopped this. It meant you had to keep walking from place to place, and you couldnt just sit around outside chilling all day. It meant you ended up going to a museum, then walking to the nearest cafe, then walking straight back to a museum again. Which is still good fun and it passes time, but its a bit repetitive. So I think a trip will be planned in the near future to revisit.

Typical Out the Window Shot...

Friday, 23 September 2011

Crack The Surface - Part 2 Trailer/Teaser...

Just a little teaser of the new Crack The Surface video from a good friend over at SilentUK...


Crack The Surface - Episode II - Teaser Trailer from SilentUK on Vimeo.

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Metro, Gypsies, Baguettes, Ravioli and RATP....

Concluding my France mash-up, was the final destination of my travels which was Paris. I had been meaning to visit this city for years. I had visited years ago when I was 13/14 with a school trip. But after seeing post upon post of Metro and other Parisian sites, I knew I had to visit as soon as. 


So we were in Lille, and the day before leaving we thought we would double check what the train prices are from Lille to Paris. Online they were 20euros, but when it came to the real deal of purchasing them it was more like 45+euros. I dont usually bunk trains, especially when you have the money to just pay the fare. It saves the hassle. But fuck it, your in another country what is the worst that can happen. 


On the last day we quickly grabbed some more paint then headed up to Gare du Lille-Europe. Straight away you are visited by some mean, well dressed ticket inspectors mingling about on the platform. We decided to board on the opposite end to where the ticket inspectors got on. We dumped out bags in the usual luggage bit at the end of the seats. Our plan of action was to just bust into the toilets and hide when we saw the TI coming. Our main mistake was choosing a carriage with 3 other people sitting in it. We realised the TI would of taken 2 minutes to check the other passengers before heading to us. I was shocked how quickly the guy had taken to get through the train. With in minutes of the train leaving he had got to our carriage, off we both quickly darted, it must of looked pretty suspect. I had picked the worst way to go, I ended up having to walk all the way to the end of the train, and visited the toilet just behind the drivers cabin. I wasnt sure how long the TI was going to take so I literally sat in the toilet for 15-20minutes bored out of my skull. I was half expecting the toilet door to wizz open to him standing there. I even sat down with my trousers down so at least it looked as if I was taking a dump. 


After a while I gave up with the boredom, I decided to just go back and hope he had gone and done his business. Low and behold as I opened the toilet door, he came straight out the drivers cabin. I had a gut feeling that was my game up. I nodded and said 'bonjour' nervously. I carried on walking down the carriages on my phone, pretending to make a phone call. A carriage down he was stopped by a passenger, so I quickly darted off and sat down in our carriage, facing the opposite way to which he would have been walking. I crammed myself so far into the corner of that seat with my hood up, pretending to be asleep. A minute or two later he walked straight past. I smiled to myself and actually had a little sleep. I got a good 30minute nap in, then we arrived in Paris. Shocked as I was we had no hassle, I dont even think you would get away with bunking a train from Croydon to Victoria these days, let alone a TGV from Lille to Paris.


RER...


We had to jump onto the RER to Gare Du Nord. On arrival, we disgusted some Asian tourists. There we both were, cramming in behind 2 young'ish girls trying to get through the barriers. Our journey had been successful. We hadnt paid a single penny for it as well, quite a nice feeling. We saved 45euro on the TGV and then 9.50euro for the RER. That meant extra food and more paint. 


First on the agenda was to head to where someone had slept many time before and stashed bits whilst doing their business during the day. We headed there and it had been taken over and been made into some Hippy Eco Garden place. It looked cool but it just meant we couldnt sleep there and had to walk into the corner of a tarmac car park which was uncomfortably but was chilled and out of the way. We had a sit down and a relax, ate some food and sunbathed. 


Chillin...


We got an hour or two, then we headed down to a spot we had been given a heads up on. I didnt have enough paint, so I tagged along and got some footage. It was a sick little siding, bit of an iffy access. It was a run off a platform, mid service alongside another train. It was full proof but just felt a tad odd to do. But again that was the fun of Paris. You seemed to just get away with mad stuff compared to London. The paint went well, never got to see the panel run and go into traffic, but was fun never the less. We then realised time was getting on so we headed to meet Patch, who had flown straight to Paris from his Bail meeting.


Sneaky...

We had to travel back to Gare Du Nord, we met up swiftly headed back to the stash spot and decided on what the plan of action was for the evening. There was a few things that we could do but we ended up heading to check out the Sprague. We jumped back on the metro and traveled down there. A quick bop off the platform and we were on the other side of a barrier to it. We could of slipped underneath but we decided to wait till the night as there could of been some workers hanging around. 




On and On...


Walking...

Poser...


We decided to check back later but we couldnt get access to the station as there was a load of works going on. We decided to attack from another direction. We walked about in the tunnels for a while, realizing that we  werent going to get done what we wanted.  As we decided to leave we heard voices up a shaft. We instantly knew what was coming so off we scarpered.



On The Run...

As we ran up to the next station in hope to somehow get the fuck out of there, we ran into a kind man who was taking his big dog for an evening walk. Instantly out game was up, about 15seconds later we had another 5 RATP security running up to us from the tunnel we just came from. All we could do is sit there and accept our fate. They are really, really hot on graffiti out there, its the first thing they said, "graffiti!, graffiti!". We got a quick search as they made us sit on the floor, we didnt really have much idea on what to do but sit there and be quiet. They had to of been the biggest cunts I have ever had to deal with. They were pushing and shuvvin' us like we had actually done something pretty serious. I mean I expect a bit but they were being proper overboard. They made us stroll down the tracks back to a station where another 6 RATP arrived with another dog. I think we had numerous encounters for no reason. They seemed to want to provoke us into doing something. I think we kept pissing them off when we tried to get some baby wipes out to clean ourselves up.



At this station we waited and waited, then low and behold 3 Police Officers turned up, straight away we pretty much knew our fate. After a few minutes we were loaded into the back of a police car, and driven a whole 500m. Took no more than 20seconds, no idea why we didnt just walk over with them. It was amazing to see the difference in the RATP security inside the police station. They were near enough silent. We didnt hear any racist remarks and they didnt say or shout one thing at us. Like most people they were on a power trip, and they know they have no place in a proper police station. 


We sat there for 5 hours, with no water, no food. Waiting for our fate. I was first to get called into a little room to speak to another officer to have a chat. Not much was said apart from why we were in the metro, and why we wanted to visit etc. The officer found it quite funny and wasnt to fussed. He thought it was a bit of a waste of time. During my interview a fat overweight beast man brought the other guys in, and he looked pissed. I was later told that Patch had decided to take a nap on some benches and the guy had kicked him, to which Patch kicked back! Nutter! Either way we got told to piss off and come back the next day. Either way we caught some mad jokes whilst in the station.


Pickpocketing Gypsies - Photo from Not Guilty...

Check the Shell Suit - Photo from Not Guilty... 

Web Lee In The Background - Photo from Not Guilty... 


In the morning we woke up and ended up having a chat to the people who owned the eco garden. Supposedly a few locals had been a bit dubious of us sleeping in the car park. He recommended to us to go across the street and check out a squat. We decided to head over, and my god am I happy we did. They had built up some crazy squat with tree houses and all. We just claimed a little spot on the grass as it was fairly out of the way and didnt seem too inconvenient us being there. We had a chat to a few people and got to know some of them. They said if it rained we could relocate to the crazy tree house which was a nice offer! It wasnt finished but it was waterproof. There was some cool things floating about in there though, the one that got me was an electric chair for the computer. Nice little thing to see!


Sod Office Chairs...
A Kids Dream Tree House - Photo by Patch

We returned the next day, I dont know why we did, but we were told it would only be a slight telling off and we would be on our way again. So we returned thinking nothing of it.  It was funny how no one knew what to do with us. We sat there for another 3-4 hours. We were entertained by Web Lee, a comically dressed udnercover, some gypsy kids, and some pretty tidy italian bird. The gypsies had to be the best entertainment. We all had some array of snacks and drinks, which obviously the gypsies hardly ever get to eat. So we snuck them a few nuts to eat which the police werent happy with at all. I kind of felt sorry for them. The police were proper harsh to them, then again, they were dirty pick pocketing gypsies. They were constantly spraying them with air freshner and not allowing them to sleep. The one chance one of them had to sleep, Web Lee yanked the kids shell suit so he fell off the bench. Not gonna lie, it was hilarious. Also one of the gypsies had the dirtiest bogey going. Was a proper rotten one, literally made us all feel so ill. I think I nearly threw up, and I have a pretty strong stomach.

After a while I got called into the room, I had a second interview with some knob head of a copper. I did have a translator though which helped. The next bit is something I did not really enjoy hearing. But they tried to set a court date, which obviously I said no to. They werent to happy when I declined to sign a form which was in french, only due to them not giving me an english copy. Either way that shit will not be attended. So fuck you France. As I returned to the others I explained the outcome which was well, a bit shitty.



Handsteez...

Commuter...


Anyway that shit over we returned back to the stash spot. I was a tad disheartened to be fair. The rest of this day I just moped about being a boring fart. The other 2 went off for a quick paint, I wish I had now to get my spirits up but just felt like we had wasted the whole day anyway. We had a fairly early night, we were hoping to go out and catch another panel that night, but when we woke up it was raining so we sacked it off. We woke up on the last day of my trip and I was pretty much in a mood I didnt want to do anything to major just incase I fucked up and couldnt get my Eurostar home. Anyway we bopped over to the raccord, we had been busting the mad midrides for the past few days as well. Its a fun way to travel, makes the metro a bit more interesting, and it pisses off some stuck up frenchies as well.


Selfpotrait of Midride...

English Hooligans...


By not doing much we bopped over to a Raccord tunnel which had been known to lay a few trains. We headed to the paint shop and more paint was purchased. I am absolutely gutted to this day that I didnt stock up and get enough paint for an end to end. The raccord was so chilled. I didnt buy any as I was leaving 4 hours later. I didnt want to have to give paint away or bin it, especially as the Eurostar is pretty strict on aerosols etc these days. So I just used what I had. It was such a chilled paint. We could of busted whole cars wild styles. Could of spent all day there if we had wanted. We had a nice paint, did a bit of a shit panel as I wasnt expecting the chilled-out-ness. I got some shots Im mega happy with anyway.


Slumbering...

Third Rail Flex...

Actioonnn...

Actiiooonnnn

Flexing...
To sum up Paris its a bloody fun city to be in. Its the mixture of madness you get up to. Bopping off platforms mid service, midriding, eating baguettes, eating pasta from cans, drinking maximator, annoying stuck up frenchies, meeting randoms, winding up gypsies, and getting bum raped by RATP Security. I am in mixed opinions about revisiting. I know if the offer ever arises I will probably be straight on the opportunity. I think the only reason for not visiting is the police hassle, but who says they will catch me?