I'm putting Day 26 behind me and moving on. Parking my bike on SOHO square was the first step in avoiding any repeat performance of getting blocked in. Knowing that I had to pop over the rive to the South Bank was another source confidence that Day 27 of SEDJ would go off without a hitch. Today was going to be a bit of a re-union with one of my oldest mates Howie. We used to skate together back when we were about 14 onwards and the South Bank was always the first spot one on our regular trips to London with the rest of the Wokingham crew. So skating there with Howie again, even for half an hour, was going to be good lunch break.
You'd be forgiven for thinking that this is the bit were I start telling you how it all went wrong and how I'm on the verge of murdering the bastards responsible.. but not this time.
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| Howie sampling the new-ish offerings |
Ten minutes over Westminster Bridge and I'm underneath the Royal Festival Hall, Howie is already there and Martyn turns up seconds after I've said hello to H. Bikes locked, helmets and jackets stashed and off we go. I was all about the banks, they're are definitely my favourite thing about what is left of the original undercroft. Martyn was hitting the blocks and Howie was sharing it out all over the place. We were all loving having the undercroft almost to ourselves with only another four guys skating and was starting to bring back memories of the first time we ollied the seven, not that I was bout to throw myself down them on this visit.
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| Martyn shows how nose-manuals should be done. |
As with all these lunch time skates it was all over too quickly but after this there is only one left on Monday so I could handle going back to work: plus the fact I was going to be skating with Howie again on Day 28 at Tolworth. Thanks to Howie and Martyn for coming out and keeping me company.
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