Thursday, 20 September 2012

The Saturday Before Sunday - With Friends

Pin It

The day before my 40th birthday five of my best friends came all the way from Berlin to Cornwall UK to surprise me. A toast to friendship! A toast to the sea! This is The Saturday Before The Sunday.

La mer c'est mon cœur

Monday, 14 May 2012

Hot Chicks on Mopeds

Pin It

I just checked what keywords people were typing in to get to and one was 'hot chicks on mopeds'. So, having read in an online-marketing blog post that as a proper blogger you have to listen to your audience, I can now unveil that I indeed have listened and here it is, the 'Hot Chicks on Mopeds' post!!

I will from now on scan the world wide web and will not rest before I have gathered a substantial amount of hot chick on mopeds pictures. This shall from now on be a work in hot progress. Promised.

For now you have to make do with this:

Two hot chicks on mopeds

One hot chick on a moped

Another hot chick on a moped

Chick in a long coat on a moped

Hot moped chicks on video

Hot chick next to a moped

More moped video chicks

Hot chick in clogs on a moped 

Hot chick posing on a moped 

Another hot chick posing on a moped

 Hot chick next to a moped on a blanket

 Hot slightly awkward chick posing on a moped

 Hot chick in double denim posing on a moped

 Hot German chick in double red pinning down an awkward-looking guy with a half-boner. Also: Weird arm scenario.

 Hot chick riding a moped in front of her parents.

 Hot chick pretending to ride a moped in black gloves.

 Hot moped chick shows her wares. Probably the best flee market stall ever.

 The same moped chick like above but unmasked. You can't fool me.

 Moped chick [or a dude with girl-hair] riding a moped as fast as possible [afap].

 Hot politically aware chicks resting on a moped.

 Hot moped chick in a light dress crossing a road that looks like a road in San Francisco.

 That very thin 60s model on a moped, being all excited [or very hungry]. Or both.

 Hot chick poseur next to a moped. 

Like above but with no bra. And ski goggles. Very foxi. 

Hot moped chick doing a stationary wheelie. Awesome.

To be continued..

Big shout out to Moped Army

Thursday, 10 May 2012

This Time It's Personal

Pin It

I was tagged by Fritha Tigerlilly who dragged me into self analysis and WORK!

Ok.. here is how it goes..


1. Post these rules
2. Post 11 random things about yourself
3. Answer the questions provided by the one who tagged you
4. Create 11 new questions for the people you tag
5. Go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged!


1. I always finish my plate [as long as the food is not rubbish]. I always leave a little bit of everything on the plate till the end, so I actually have the whole of the meal left as one last munch.

2. When I was a teenager, I was a right-wing countryside moped rocker. I was a nice guy and a complete idiot at the same time. All my friends were idiots. Juvenile delinquents. We were riding around on our stupid mopeds, going on everybody's tits, thinking we were god's perfect creation. We thought we were cool.. it was our way of punk rock.. telling everybody to fuck off, even the old Nazis. We didn't have respect for anybody, only for our friends. A lot of teenagers in Germany were right-wing idiots at that time [and a lot of them still are]. There were big groups of local gangs and we were all fighting either each other, one village or area against another or got into stupid fights with Turkish teenagers outside of village discos. This might sound odd.. but we also had a great time being idiots. All this suddenly stopped when I turned 19 and went to do some further education in the next bigger town and got involved with different, more intelligent people. We then were a gang of Marxist rudeboys and psychobillies, getting into fights with the local skinheads. There was a lot of idiotic and silly behaviour. Good times. That's me in the middle with my best friends Max and Uwe in 1986:

The picture above was taken in Homs, Syria. We went there one Summer in an old fucked up but strangely reliable car all the way from Germany.

Homs Street Style. Again.. we looked like some right nutters as the only tourists in an arabic desert town. Why did we go there? Because Max was friends with the Syrian guy who was driving around in an icecream van back in Germany half of the year, and he said one day to Max "If you want, you can visit me. My house is your house." So the next year we bought that shit Opel, painted it yellow and drove via Austria, Yugoslavia and Turkey to Syria - and back.

Talking about Germany in the early 80s: You might laugh, but that's what is was like in 70s/80s working class Germany..

Ok, Vollgas..

3. I can't stand my nose. It's too big! :D I want a chiselled Roman nose, a nose like Vincent Gallo.

4. My life ambition was always just to be in love and have a family. And a motorbike. I am very lucky.

5. One thing I am really good at is improvising. I am a jack of all trades but master of none. I suppose I'd be really good at 'Faking It' [the show]. Since I was a teenager I always re-invented myself after at least 6/7 years. I get very bored with doing the same stuff after a while.

6. I love the sea but I am a very lazy swimmer and I hate having sand everywhere. There is a tiny OCD person sitting on my shoulder ..which is not very punk rock. That's probably The German in me ; ]

7. I cannot sing or remember lyrics although I played in bands for nearly 10 years.

 8. I moved house probably 15 times so far. Of which 7 times in Berlin.

9. I can do 14 chin-ups and 60 push-ups. That's my excuse for not running and eating lots of cake and bisquits.

10. One of my old friends in Berlin wrote two novels and I am a character in both of them. It's weird to read about parts of yourself in a book. You can buy them here & practice your German:



11. I don't like speaking German.


1. What is your favourite food? - I don't have a favorite food. My last favorite food was a beetroot curry with dhal, rice and raita that my wife Sharmila made.

2. What makes you happiest? - Smiles and Cookies

3. What is your current obsession? - My baby girl and my new shitty motorbike

4. What was the first gig you went to? - I seriously can't remember. My first record, bought with my own money, was Blondie's Parallel Lines

I love all early Blondie tracks including the Parallel Lines record. There is a great book by Debbie Harry about Blondie and the early New York / CBGBs New Wave Punk scene called Making Tracks.

5. What was your worst job? - Playing live gigs in a misunderstood fading band with my by then ex-girlfriend. Yes, I was in a band 

6. What is one song you feel most connected to? - Scott Walker 'Jackie' + Bowie 'Heroes/Helden' + Blondie 'Presence Dear' + Led Zeppelin 'Going to California' / 'Rain Song'

7. If you could live anywhere where would it be? - Southern California and Iceland

8. What inspires you? - The world, little things, empathy, authenticity, integrity, trash

 9. What's your favourite way to celebrate? - Mexican Wave + Going out for a nice meal

10. If there was one thing you could tell your 16 year old self what would it be? - Don't spend 3.5 years on that mechanic apprenticeship and go for the photographer apprenticeship instead.

11. What would your super power be? - Healing while flying


Aww shit.. I don't think that I actually know 5 bloggers :D

Ok.. let's see..

Mark [what a HERO!]

Elika [another STAR!]

The others that I've contacted haven't answered back yet or don't want to be dragged into emotional self-confessions, so I'll update when someone else wants to join in.


1. What's the weirdest thing you've ever seen?

2. What's the spookiest thing you've ever seen?

3. What's the funniest thing you've ever seen?

4. What's the most memorable thing you've ever seen?

5. What thing changed you most?

6. Who is the best?

7. What would you do if you had a year off?

8. What's your unfulfilled dream?

9. Mods or Rocker?

10. What's the song that reminds you of your first love?

11. Tell us a secret.

Saturday, 24 March 2012

60s Italian Teenage Angst - Dancing On Your Grave

Pin It

Just came across this amazing video of a 1960s Italian cafe racer gang in a video for The Dukes:

It seems that the biker scenes are from the 1964 film 'Malamando' [music by the young ENNIO MORRICONE!], a typical Italian Mondo documentary that looks at "strange behaviors and practices in Europe, including nude skiing in Switzerland, hot-butchering in Italy, and an orgy in a graveyard."

Fuck Yeah!

 An elegant look at early-Sixties' teenage angst and 'way out youth'..

"War babies. They want to be different. They don't want to belong to any mass society. They have their own-type clubs, their own 'in' groups."

It even stars the great Adriano Celentano!

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Stardust C'est Moi

Pin It

You might have already read this somewere..

Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.

Atoms, eh? They come a long way. Our idea of time and size and space is like a baby gazing into the distance, trying to make sense of something that we can't actually comprehend, as we are still not even able to use our tiny little brains to capacity. We still have a long way to go.

We are stardust, we are golden,
We are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I walk beside you?
I have come to lose the smog,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning.
But then maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am,
But life is for learning.

"After we die, our materials are recycled throughout the universe, and some of it will eventually become a part of another person or another kind of animal. So even though your consciousness is gone, a part of you is "reborn" within another living being. Wouldn't this make the idea of reincarnation closer to reality than that of an undetectable part of you being sucked up into space and ending up in a place in which we have no evidence even exists?"

Recycling, baby ; )

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Girls On Bikes? Girls RIDING Bikes!

Pin It

I looked at a lot of bike websites recently and learned two things:

1. Women seem to feature mostly as idiotic soft porn models in tasteless lingery, draped over bikes, pretending to 'ride' them.

2. A lot of bikers seem to have a bit of a shit taste in women and a weird attitude towards them:

"Look at the pictures and cast your vote for some of the hottest Motorcycle Babes on the Internet." >>

Err.. no thank you, you morons.

This is how most 'babes' look on bikes:


So, I had a look around for images of girls / women who actually ride bikes: Fearless girls, cool girls, normal girls, sexy girls, leather girls, stunt girls, chopper girls, cafe racer girls, old girls, young girls.. all sorts of great girls.. bike girls!

"I like flowers ..and grease"

Where's your helmet Erika? 

 I really hope this is not just clever posing

Just imagine the excitement of speed in these times. Mental.. 

Frau Shaft on her way to the butchers


 I don't think she's actually riding that bike but it's a great picture, especially with the original censoring

Now THESE are gloves!

Cuban Moped Gang. Everything is better in Cuba.

 Poser Alarm! :D

 She might not ride that bike herself ..but it's a very nice bike

 Well.. this is just a great pic. Great hair, moody look, great machinery.

 I bet her name is Angel. Or Lizzy. 

Call the cops!! Or the airport police. Or the post office.

Lillian.. flirting with ☠