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Showing posts with label wheels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wheels. Show all posts
03 December 2010
23 April 2010
03 March 2010
20 May 2009
Forget Paris
The chemicals have settled and the negatives have dried and those long-promised us-on-film-in-Europe shots are here at last. In case you didn't already gist the gist of how darned enjoyable the whole thing was, hey, look:
Hellbox: Unkrunk'd
South Ayrshire Coast, Scotland
same
Dublin
Things with wheels. River Liffey, Dublin.
The perfect pint, which is like every other pint of Guinness, overlooking Dublin, which is not.
Dublin
Tim in Leeds
Amsterdam
Rob's birthday. Amsterdam.
Amsterdam
Pure fun, Hellbox-style
Stuttgart. The club was on the other side of that cool wall.
more to come.
Hellbox: Unkrunk'd
South Ayrshire Coast, Scotland
same
Dublin
Things with wheels. River Liffey, Dublin.
The perfect pint, which is like every other pint of Guinness, overlooking Dublin, which is not.
Dublin
Tim in Leeds
Amsterdam
Rob's birthday. Amsterdam.
Amsterdam
Pure fun, Hellbox-style
Stuttgart. The club was on the other side of that cool wall.
photos by Will
more to come.
03 April 2009
Two sides to every Dublin story
Here's what preceded the Jared/Will whisperfest. Our precious jetlag slumber, unattainable, forced us (Jared + Will) out to sightsee at the crack o' dawn. There's a rather loquacious bearded one providing the soundtrack for this under the bunk at right.
Ate free hostel muesli, drank free hostel Nescafe out of somebody else's dirty cups, then did the usual tourist stuff. Those medieval cathedrals wanna get paid to let you walk inside, so we cut up to the River Liffey that traverses the city, which makes the Los Angeles River look like the goddamn River of Love or something. Its riverbed is a graveyard for any and all type of wheeled apparati: adult bikes, kid bikes, shopping carts, wheelchairs, oxygen tank scooters, tires, more kid bikes, you name it. Makes you wonder who's throwing children's bikes over a steep ledge into a river. It's unwheell! (ha ha, ho ho)
This, of course, is also where the adjacent St. James's Gate Brewery, home of Guinness, gets its water (or so goes the urban legend). Did the brewery tour, in which we discovered that roasted barley is a great snack, and that we can probably make Guiness in a french press at home, given the availability of the choicest of hops.
And oh yeah, good show too.
Ate free hostel muesli, drank free hostel Nescafe out of somebody else's dirty cups, then did the usual tourist stuff. Those medieval cathedrals wanna get paid to let you walk inside, so we cut up to the River Liffey that traverses the city, which makes the Los Angeles River look like the goddamn River of Love or something. Its riverbed is a graveyard for any and all type of wheeled apparati: adult bikes, kid bikes, shopping carts, wheelchairs, oxygen tank scooters, tires, more kid bikes, you name it. Makes you wonder who's throwing children's bikes over a steep ledge into a river. It's unwheell! (ha ha, ho ho)
This, of course, is also where the adjacent St. James's Gate Brewery, home of Guinness, gets its water (or so goes the urban legend). Did the brewery tour, in which we discovered that roasted barley is a great snack, and that we can probably make Guiness in a french press at home, given the availability of the choicest of hops.
And oh yeah, good show too.
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