Thursday, 20 September 2012

This above all: to thine own self be true

Not really sure why it's taken 3 months to write the next Bestimate piece. Maybe The Moon has come into alignment with Dalston or there's been an increased density of cosmic rays in Hackney or something. I'd like to think it's because me and Dre have something in common and we just release incredible material really irregularly. Yeh that's prolly it.

Mate, did everyone see the most recent episode of Breaking Bad? Shit the bed man.

It certainly isn't because iPat and I have been up to our neck in Doves, it's a good job we're not a charity or anything because we'd have one heck of a lot of bad karma to make up for. That's on top of the fact I'm indirectly responsible for the death of two mice. To be fair they were trespassing in our bread, but I didn't know the cat would deal with them so swiftly and brutally. I'd never held a cat in such high regard until that day. Gustav, I may be allergic to you and I may not like you, but God do I respect you.

Mate, how good was the Olympics?

We have got a few mountain bikes in the pipeline for the full DD treatment though. Nope, not breast enlargements. I'm talking paint jobs, single speediness, skinny wheels and the lark. Mountain bikes aren't exactly our bread and butter but we did one the other day and it turned out alright innit.
And we sold a lovely Dawes tourer. And we've sold the Duke but someone hasn't picked her up yet. And I've got to rebuild a very special old bike for a very special young lady.
Shit, sorry for the dilapidation of of prose, I think it's coz I need the toilet and it's giving me a short attention span.

I'm gonna stop promising photos. It just never happens. I'll just photoshop one up of what I think iPat will look like in 10 years.





 I'm in the wrong business man, swear to God.

Bless. Xx