Sunday, 21 August 2016

Shizzle my brizzle

In Brizzle do what brizzlionians do which on our latest jaunt involved kipping on our mate's floor, BBQing chicken and setting light to a big dock off fire in his garden. Oh yes. For this is the land of the free, where cab drivers have sub woofers in the boots of their vehicles, kids can run around bare foot and dancehall gets blasted out of the back of hot hatches at a bottom shaking volume. Brizzle me nizzle!


Starting fires

Original tree hugger

The only way to test whether your pasta is al dente or not



Sub woofer in the taxi yo


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