Showing posts with label Fry ups. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fry ups. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Bristol crew going in


Great fry ups and great parties - if that's all a bro got, then he got something good going on. Our recent autumnal jolly to Bristol had two of the best we'd nommed on for some time.

After a Friday night tanning lagers in some of the city's seedier watering holes, a suitably sumptuous plate of greasy treats was required to soak up the bubbles. And lo, it was delivered with clean cut authority and eaten with wide eyed wonder. The dish was a life ring to a drowning man with black pudding was so good it could have been beamed in from space.

GOOSE NIGHT was the evening after where some preposterous tapas was taken care of by our collective mouths. Confit of goose and quince must have been two of the ponciest food stuffs to get stuck between these teeth. But eating was followed by a classic rave in the downstairs of an Indian restaurant with Amsterdam house dude Young Marco. He provided a healthy slice of drugs music for the basement to shake to which saw us up until first light and only getting once it had gone dark on the Sunday. Nice one Bristol crew...


This one is a definite bangggeerrrrr....

Shithead

M&S lager

One of the best

Deep fried oysters innit

Quince

Nice one ring

Young Marco

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Dreams can come true



Birthdays - If you wake up before midday and wish really hard, then you can achieve all the things you'd like. Failing that you can get up late, enjoy a fry up and then get messed up at a dubstep night until dawn's crack opens. You can imagine which option was enjoyed around here for our man Craggs. It was big on bass, grease and energy drinks.



Lads at brunch



Chicken playing the sex sax



Paedo's paradise



Dubstep skronkathon



Bin's got bare moves. Bare. Moves.



Hoods up



Rattus Rattus Rattus Rattus



Running scared

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Summer's just a tear in the wee man's eye



Summer has almost gone but here's a little photographic run down of what's been gwaning. Big tings? Big indeed. In no particular order let me tell you...



Eggs + flat sausage + Macmuffin = dry mouth + runny bum



Jerk - plantain - rice and peas - Brixton - sun - balearia



Pa's big fish



MJ Cole - Fabrish...



Bog



Dancing sherobot - Major Lazer Carnival flex



The Major Lazer party



Rusko in da area - you can't see him. It's a shit photo - but he was there



Juicy pins



Toddla T + Serocee whip it



Too many man too many man



Perfection



Field Day fair



Optimo plus gurner - like looking into a mirror...



Optimo - Twitch in full effect at Field Day