Gore rips this concrete gem a new mother-frickin asshole. Dope Man!
Lady Gazza rushes in to sew the gaping rectum right back up. Nearly as dope man!
Bunnyhops disguised as airs are the order of the day for Larry T. Where's your head at?
Group stop and stare at B-Dizzle's air. The more you horn the higher he goes!
'Togo Team Bus Attack' getting in a few practice airs before flying out to HB Headquarters for his eagerly anticipated air-off duel with K-Rob. The Condor judging, can't wait.
Spotted The Clarke's vespa locked up outside the Apollo (Motorhead again?) last night and couldn't resist a snap of his custom piss-flap. Nice work.
Gidge popped by St Anns the other night on his way to catch Voodoo Glow Skulls on the Warped Tour (hear they rocked, Gidge?). Tommy was a bit annoyed as he and his white jeans had no one to go to the Euro discotheque with.
Almost forgot to mention that amid all the jumpbox choas at Wakefield last Saturday, Paul Carrack (of Mike and the Mechanics fame) was seen getting his lurk on. Asked what he thought of current BMX gayness he replied "How long has this been going on?". Too long, Paul.
Shorts n shins getting ready to go big then go home.
Wowzers! No messing from DJ Tits Out. Clarky throws some appreciative horns
Not to be outdone, Venezuelan born Danny Dhers flew in for some Dew Tour prelim action. Group horns this time.
"Smother me in your massive upper body" is a request Tommy often gets from the ladies of South's saturday night disco.
Keep up Josh! What is he even filming anyway? Kit-Cars?
Having had enough of filming nothing, he has a breather whilst Leo's Fish Bar shifts his considerable mass around some sign or other.
Thoughts of 'doing a Yeagle' before dropping in were quickly dashed after seeing the photo. Less Brian, more Billy (Dexter).
Barney adopts the same approach to his air time as he does his music taste - MINIMAL. The most Noble-esque caption yet, YET!
Hangover Tommy? Peperami should sort it.
John Hall's brother, Paul, met us down there and did a few vander-rolls.
The fisheye lens is lost on Sam who tries to squeeze into this snap. Silly boy!
JEaves is too street for the horn but there is a saboteur on hand to appease the Devil. Phew!
Internet Explorer Sam throws brandishes the horns regularly and Sunday was no different. Fuck Bush!
Oh my! It is worse than we thought. Something sinister is in our midst, prepare for an encounter with Hell and all it has to offer. Be brave and strong in spirit children.
Taking a rest from his usual duties at the top of this blog, Dr Death treated Clarky to a few Christopher Dean-esque pirouettes. What about us...Shipman?
Meanwhile...Garry was also dicing with death with this rigor mortis kickout.
Kiwi Frooot was sessioning the park with the vigour only an ex-Nirvana drummer could possibly muster. 
Ramp deck crew celebrate John's new helmet purchase.
Classic lines from Leo, taking the traditional steelworker white tee and blue jeans aesthetic and introducing a modern twist with headphones. The Andy Bell look of 1987 is so in vogue right now.
A more tech approach from our next model, Sam. Not content with the camouflage overcoat he adds the bag too. Remember guys, coordinated add-ons are a must for Summer 2010.
Boneing the 'pick beyond all recognition, Clarky would be well advised to dismount sooner rather than later. Also note Tommy's blue-jumper-JVC steez...use the hand-strap next time dad!
A mixture of nerves and the dark and Loz is captured in an 'on all fours' position as he attempts to drag his stocky frame over the pole in question.
Laurence Callaghan
Four Sponsor's is back from his six week voyage of self-discovery and self-harm in Vietnam. Heading to a car-park near you!
First to lay it down was B-Doggy Dog. Textbook Inners, 7/10.
Onto The Clarke, who surpasses himself with a Fox-esque checker pancake, 8/10.
Last and definitely least, Tommy "I used to do them mint" Gore. Much work needed here mucker, 3/10.
