Sale away, sale away, sale away

I've decided to do it. I'm going to (try and) sell some trainers. I have always said I buy all the pairs I do with the intention of wearing them and I have worn some of these. But not for ages. So out they will go. I need the space and the cash would be nice too.

Here they are. If you're interested, get in touch with an offer. They should also be up on solemart.de, once the site its server trouble have been solved. Sorry for the rubbish photos.

Adidas Crooked Tongues adicolor Century Lo, with all tongues and laces, including the orange set given to users of the CT forum. Size UK8. 9/10 condition. The purple tongue has creases from wear and the light green laces are a bit dirty. The other tongues and laces are mainly unused.

Jordan Spiz'ike (Spike Lee collaboration hybrid). UK 8. 7.5/10 condition (just a bit of dirt).

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Air Jordan XX, from last year's Countdown Pack. I'm not selling the IIIs that they came with though! Unworn deadstock. UK 8. These won't come with their original box.

Nike Court Force Basic, neon AM95-inspired colourway. UK 8. 9/10.

Nike Dunk High Vintage. From the 2007 quickstrike version of the Be True To Your School series. UK 7.5 (fit big though). 9/10. They look quite worn but that's largely down to them being a 'vintage' release – made to look old.

Adidas adicolor Superstar II G5. With all, unused, stripe colour strips. UK 9. 9/10.

Nike SB Dunk Low Pro. So-called 'Bic' colourway. UK 8. 8/10 (dirty midsole).

Adidas Vintage Promodel. UK 8.5. 8/10 (slight ripping on the tongue lace lock). They will come with an Adidas Promodel box, just not these Promodels.

More soon! (SBs, AM90s, Adidas Skate, Sal 23s)

What's in the box? (See whatcha got)

I received one of those exciting emails from the postroom at work on Friday morning, saying that there was a parcel waiting for me. It was this huge box...

... from skate shoe company Sole Technology's European HQ in the Netherlands.

That information gave away what could be inside. Last month, I wrote about the release of the Crooked Tongues and éS collaboration Foothills range and its launch party at Slam City for n-sb.org (and on here). A few days later, I was emailed by Charlie from CT offering me something from the range to say thanks for the coverage. I asked for a pair of the trainers. And that's what was in the box.

But that wasn't the only thing. Oh no. Also in there was the cap, backpack and jacket from the range. It was an extremely generous gift from Crooked Tongues.

Here's me looking like I'm going to apply for my first ASBO in the jacket. Yes, it's a bit on the large side but, with a price tag of £220, I can definitely live with that. Is it wrong that I really want the temperature to drop so I can wear it (outside of my flat)?

Modern love gets me to the church on time

I went to a wedding on Friday. "What," I hear you cry, "has (another) one of your loser mates managed to trap an unwitting life partner in the eyes of God?" Well, in about a year one will have, but that's another story. No, this wasn't what you could call a "real wedding". It was at Bestival. In an inflatable church. Between Zoe, who's boyfriend, Joe, was absent, and Tom, who, as he pointed out at the start of the service, prefers his partners to be a bit more "male".

I tried my hand at some amateur filmmaking during the service. Here are the videos (there should be three but I filmed the first one with my phone on its side and I can't work out how to rotate the film):

Talking of videos, here's a slightly more professional effort. It's the bonus footage from Debacle, Nike SB's latest skate film. Short and sweet but I love it.

And while I'm on the topic of things I like at the moment. I strongly recommend you give this Resident Advisor podcast a listen. It's Erol Alkan in his Disco 3000 guise. An hour and 20 minutes of great '80s-electro-tinged tunes. I can't find a tracklisting but when/if I do, I'll post it up.

Paved paradise

I went to Peckham for the first time on Sunday. To go to a carpark. No, not dogging. It was to go to Frank's Café, a pop-up bar on the tenth, top floor of said carpark.

Being very hung over from a 30th birthday party the night before, I was very excited about the prospect of eating at Frank's – I'd heard very good things about the food. Sure enough, when we arrived – eventually, after finding the bloody place – there were huge bowls of amazing-looking food laid out on some of the tables. The only problem was that they were for people who owned local restaurants and the kitchen wasn't open to the general public. Which was annoying. Very annoying. Until we discovered that no one actually knew each other or who was even meant to be eating the food. It was a tasty as it looked.

Despite the great views of east and central London, it's not just a bar up there on the roof. There's also Bold Tendencies III, a sculpture exhibition curated by Hannah Barry.

The bar and exhibition are there until 30th September, if they can't wangle an extension. If you want to pop along, which you should, it's out of Peckham Rye station on the left, over the road, then next to the cinema. The lift only goes up to the 6th floor but you can follow the car ramps up from there.

The toilets, though, along with mobile urinals at festivals, added weight to my argument that god was a man.