Sixty Nine

After the Eighties Matchbox roller disco extravaganza (which I forgot my shitting camera for) I can now skate at an intermediate level. With this in mind, I bought some new in-line skates. So did Neil, but he is yet to learn how to skate. The saying 'You get what you pay for' was pretty apt in this situation. I paid £12.49 and in return got fucking shitty skates.















This is Neil's version of skating. Since my wheels are immobile and the skates hurt my ankles, Neil's way seems quite appealing.