Morning Blogspacs. It's 00.30, I'm sober. Therefore I shouldn't be here, and you're not reading this. Like some kind of pointless witching hour that it is.

You know what, I might just re-invent this place in a few weeks in order to spread the stories and times had riding around Cambodia. Hopefully a photo-blog special. Assuming no death is had. If you see none of the aforementioned, assume death was had.

I'ma just leave you these so you can see what you've missed over the last few months of High'Zines absence. Namely movember and then some snow. That's all winters good for, let's be honest, roll on the tepid warmths of spring.

No softcore, you haven't earnt it yet. Get back to me when you deserve it

So Blogspunks, today High'zine ended up at the supercar show at Hedingham Castle. Invited along by Sam showing off his Porch GTRS360RTurboCaverne, which I didn't get any pictures of, fail.

Here's some of the other highlights. I'm not gonna pretend I can name which cars are which, I'm just above the stage of calling them things like 'the pretty red one'.

It's a true fact that things look better when views from the window of a castle

Hard to believe, but the evidence is there

I'm assuming porn baron in this one

This is a very pretty red one

If you've got matching cars you may as well park in formation

Poser shot!

One of my highlights of the event was standing at the breakfast van, chatting to the two ladies, who were clearly from central london. As well as being loud as you like, as soon as they found out the cars belonged to the drivers (rather than being there for companies), they endeavored to give out free bacon sarnie and try to bag a rich boyfriend by the end of the day.

The subtlety makes this one a winner

I like big butts and I cannot lie.

Don't worry, I got you filthy lot some women porn as well as cars.

Well, I hope you lot enjoyed that little display, I know I certainly did. So just to finish you off, so to speak, here's Betty C and her Gallery

Hidey Bloody Hi blogbums.

Today was a sepia day, there's no good reason for having a sepia day, but sometimes brown's just the colour of choice.

It's done nothing but fucking rain on and off all day today, but none-the-less, after fighting off a hangover with Zombie Kriss, I endured

A little trip out on the bike between rain showers did little to solve the lack of motorbike time miseries I've been suffering

None-the-less I went and found a little dream cottage. Though I'd probably go for glass windows as opposed to wood

Then bizarrely in town they had gypsie dancers, who were pretty damn average to be honest

Except for the ones that were pretty hot.

Yo riders one and all

Some of you have probably come on looking for Woburn or Chicky pictures by now, but due to me having knackered my wrist, fixed my motorbike and other such event's I'm slacking.

On it I promise, but here's some teasers straight from camera.

Softcore later

If you people haven't heard of The Cat Empire, you bloody damn well should have. Oiks.

Welcome to this post Bloglusters!

It was my paps birthday a few weeks back. I say paps because I want to sound with it like hillbillies and shizzle. But I digress, it was, and as I couldn't think of any non-shit presents, I took him to Santa Pod for the day for the Euro Drag racin champs. If you ever get the chance to go see the top fuel cars, its in a different world to what you can even imagine, they shake your eyes from your head, your chocolate bon bons from your arse and your nose from your mates arse. I mean, what?

Either way, they're damn loud and burn all the air within the nearest continent. Go see it.

I did

What I also did is take a hell of a lot of photo's. But heres a very small number of them.

I cant emphasis enough how ridiculous these are up close, their fuel comes from the tank to the engine through two pipes that are a good inch or so inside each.

Not the view following a normal car.

Loved how some of these were getting towed around the pits by little fiesta's, others by huuuge 4x4's, and the funny cars just drove about on their own. Seeing them just pottering round at about 5mph as you walk through is bizarre to whole new levels.

I've got soo many pictures of crazy cars like these, almost everything you can imagine has been done, there was even a Sierra.

Because it was the big event of the year there was also loads of other stuff going on, including these guys hitting up the FMX, and the street bike skillz bois

Did I mention, go to santa Pod.

You want more softcore, you whore.

So this is Shyla (and her gallery) which is I guess the US version of Sheela, which just doesn't sound as sexy

So, where to start Blogscummers?

Well, the best place to start I suppose; with pictures of women. In this case Nata, who confirmed her place in the 'epic person' league table right at the top by pretty randomly and on the spot agreeing to a weekend of chillage in the village after a bored friday conversation.

It basically involved an epic drive,

an epic drive back, a little riding, then a good amount of drinking and smoking. Of which none was caught on camera (except that one pic..). I'm well out of practise in keeping up a photo based blog!

What was caught on camera was the next day in the sunshine at the local grass-track meet.

The sun even shone, and I wore my high end aviators like a champ

This guy was fucking amazing, and pretty much balls out thrashed everyone in every race he was in. Including the last race but one where his sidecar guy fell off, caught his ankle in the back wheel, and the guy kept racing for 2 more laps to win it before stopping to sort his mate out.

That was all a lie, it was just the only good picture I got of anyone riding that day, he probably lost loads.

We figured it was time to go when Nat was spending her time writing swear words in her fingernail varnish.

All round though, good Skillz Nat.

If I went into robotwars, I'd take this fucker and kick the shit out of all the kids toys

As it is, I just drive around with it in a trailer pretending its something way cooler than a stump grinder.

But it's still pretty damn cool. Admit it, you want one.

This is George and Hats on their way to a fancy dress party as board games.

I decided i didnt want to carry loads of drink to this, as we had to trek across London, so I decided a coupla cans of beer and a bottle of JD would do. Matt took one of the cans of beer, I got on the JD. Illness followed way too soon after.

So back to the awesome stuff I get to do at work, like the robotwars thing above. Here's the Star Wars day. Or Attack of the Killer Bees or something

It doesn't seem very nice cutting up bee's nests, and it isn't, but then you cunts should stop complaining about them when they're near pavements, children, the disabled etc.

They are pretty awesome though, thoroughly convinced me I want bee's. i mean how much mischief are you gonna be able to get up to with your own army of trained bees. You could paint them all with a spray can too so they look like they're a proper army and that.

This is Noel and Liv. Noel hates being online so luckily he won't find this for yonks.

Recently after I moved to this place I'm in now, I decided to take back some treebushhedge, and the only reasonable way to get rid of stuff is to burn it, as you should all know. And if it doesn't burn, get a hotter fire.

Noel took to this theory well, and kept the fire raging, with Laurel tree, which gives off bad cancer when you burn it. And burns through the fire bucket. And the panel underneath. And the grass.

That'll learn me.

So You lot have trawled through a lot there, and I respect that (unless you just skipped to the rude pictures, in which case I hate you), and I've also listened to consumer feedback, and it basically revolves around "good softcore, give more". So softcore.

Because I haven't posted in yonks, I feel like this is a little bit of a comeback, and as such, in respect of the old time, Raven Riley used to come up a lot (the minx), so I thought it fair to bring her back again (and her gallery).

And just 'cos I love you and your filthy ways, heres Eden Petty and her gallery.

Seeya Hobos

What are you, a nonce?

You know when you get blood in water, it always looks like there is more blood than there is. Y'know, if you cut your arm and it's raining it runs everywhere.

Try getting a decent nosebleed in a shower, it's fucking AmaZing. It's worth inflicting semi-serious self harm to experience this people, it's like dancing with the devil under a fountain in Paris, or being at the bottom of a genocide waste pile. You kinda feel you have to try to breathe in to make the blod slow, clot, whatever, but at the same time you know if you breathe out a bit its just gonna be so much cooler.

If you're hemophobic, probably best someone is in the house if you're gonna try this. But still give it a go like.

Similarly, but different, some people recommend stopping using a razor when it feels blunt. Some people recommend stopping using a razor when it's beyond blunt and begins to cut fairly frequently. But these people are not the sort of people who would go into a music store, and purchase a pack of guitar strings that contain six, yes all 6, wound strings. Just because they're dearer and come in a shiney purple packet.

These people have faces clear of little bits of blood stained toilet paper, and will, as a presumption, also play a gig tomorrow night and have fingers unagonised by daft guitar set-ups on whims. These people will probably succeed.

Hey you Fucks, it's High'Zine.

In realisation that there are a few things missing from my life at the moment, notably excessive consumption, irresponsible drug use, and most recently sexua, erm, female companionship (and I do go through these phases quite often where I vow to change 1-3 of these to more frequent attainment) a plan must be formed.

Well it kinda falls into place sometimes, 'cos in the next 3 days we have 3 gigs in hopefully busy bars, and while I can't drink at these good times can be had at least and its hopefully a chance to be a bit silly and prat about, without a care.

*phone rings*

"Hi Dad!, hows it going

Yeah great, good good, and you?

Yeah, few gigs actually, were in town tomorrow yeah

You and mum are coming along,.. right. ok."

That doesn't happen in American trendy movies. Well, American Pie aside, but thats a poor example for hoping for success, moral ending aside.

What the fuck, you guys are thinking. since when did you write inane shite on here, this had become a photo blog. Well, because of the way blogger works I'm gonna put them in new posts, which means they'll be above this. how fucked up.

'tever

What's Happenin Blogfucks

Guess I should say sorry for not gettin these pics up when I said I would, but shit's been hectic as it generally is.

For example, one day I made a curry, and on thursday I had a crap. Thursday might have been the day after curry I guess?

'Tever, back to the IssuE at hand, Chicksands last weekend. Which is what REALLY counts in life. That and Megan Fox. Which SHITSNDS (copywrite Jamie) had none of, so is in that sense alone a fail.

Because I'm too lazy to shift photo's around you'll find bunches of them together, like 10 of Jon (traded his H for a night in Soho). Which is unpro, but deal with it. You ain't paying my bills.

As for names, I got a bit lost, their was a coupla Sams, a George, an Ally and some others beside's me an H-less, so I'm pretty much gonna allocate names randomly. You know what you were wearing.

1 Foot X
So George wanted to learn no footers at the start of the day, and then he was getting these tight within about 2 hours. As in he couldn't take his feet off the pedals 2 hours earlier. Fucking yeah

And Sam couldn't do no handers before this session, I mean what the hell, grow some fear. Bastards

SHITSNDS got fucked with. pwned and all that shizzle
Ha Jon (looking for his H behind his pube)
Tuck like a fuck boy, if only those knee's were out.

Hey Jon (Punk rock stole his H), you only got some style yeah. what what.

Love this shot for some reason. As often happens H got in the way, but the shot's still good.
Rickets?

No-one's riding, so I get the camera out hoping to gee people up a bit, and this is the shit I get
Believe it or not, this took a shed-load of attempts and I still didn't get the X fully round. But it was. I think this was the last attempt cos Jon (less H's than I have H gags) nearly got his head taken off
No footed Nac, nameless rider
Fuck-sakes
Careful looking shows G has his hand off mid X here. This wasn't intentional, and the thought of it is just wrong, but he got it back somehow.

In case any of y'all hadn't worked it out, you can click on the pics for full size and to save 'em.

So seeing as PC Mike only comes on here for softcore, Thought I better sort some out this time like.

So todays softcore is a bit of a cop-out on my part 'cos it's a photoshoot from a lads mag. But when the lads mag is a fuckin great as Front is, and the lass is as fyne as India is, who gives a shit. Gallery here