Words by Pete
Photos by Anna Plewa (@stuckonearthtoo)
Video by Gian (@giangioppino)
A couple of mates and I had been wanting to go over to England since last year already, and this summer we made it happen.
We set off in a car and a van from that Switzerland and made for Lille to pick up Babz and sleep at his for the night. After surviving the night without being shagged by Joe the Fucker, his dog, we headed over to Calais to get the ferry. The crossing went smoothly, the sea was calm, but some landlubbers still managed to feel seasick.
Once we disembarked on the other side, we got straight to business: Tesco’s. After securing the Irn Bru, Cadbury’s and Mr Kipling’s, we needed to find a place to doss. We managed to organise a spot on the floor of Ewan’s garage in central London. Jackpot.
We spent the next few days in London ticking off some essential boxes: Greggs, full English, shit fish & chips from Spoons, pints of Guinness, flake 99 from the ice cream van etc. After successfully abusing Ewan’s hospitality, it was time to find someone else’s floor to litter, so we made our way over to Gordo’s, in Bristol.
A few nights were spent at his and a few more at Roman’s. Bristol allowed us to tick off some more boxes: curry, punk record shops, fight with a stranger, living room jam session, pints of Murphy’s, the car getting drawn on by some dafty and a birthday piss up for some grumpy twat.
In summary, we ate loads of shite, drank a bunch of beers, met some new people and spent some quality time with our mates. Does it get any better than that?
(Oh, we did a bit of skating too).
Filmed and Edited by Gian Gioppino
