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Hi Vanlifers.

Fergus has been living in his van since the mid 90’s. He is pushing 40 and still skates or surfs everyday. Crayfish Films (The Shaper) is making a new documentary about one man’s commitment to living a constantly stoked life. Through following his life on the road and using incredible archive footage of the 90’s surf and skate scene, #vanlife will change the way we look at life on the road for ever.

How you can help:

We need Instagram style snaps of other van dwelling surfers and skaters to use in a montage for the opening sequence of the film. Pictures of your van in remote and beautiful places, the back of your wagon stuffed with boards, you and your buddies sitting around the camp fire. If you are looking for inspiration… An English version of http://www.arestlesstransplant.com is in the ballpark.

We don’t have a budget so we won’t be paying you for your square vanlife snaps but we will thank you in the credits of the finished film for helping to bring Fergus’ story to the world.

To submit send pics as large as you can to rob.lockyear@gmail.com

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Wonder Weasel Coffee

Comment: Dear Mr, Ms., Have you ever tried the most expensive coffee in the world? Have you ever tasted fresh roasted coffee from the Central area of Vietnam coffee fields? Do you know how exited your friends, family or colleagues would be after trying this exquisite beverage? The answer is Wonder Weasel coffee. The story of our alluring coffee originates in Southeast Asia’s exotic Indonesia. The Bahasa Indonesia word “kopi” mimics the pronunciation of its English translation, coffee, and “Luwak” is the name of a local civet. Together, they make Kopi Luwak or Weasel coffee, the Vietnamese equivalent. Civets are picky eaters. During snack time they chose to eat only the ripest, sweetest cherries-a kind of natural selection process. Their digestive process mildly ferments the bean to actually improve the taste, resulting in a less bitter, sweeter coffee, with a lovely bouquet of caramel and cinnamon. What makes the Weasel Coffee story so unique compared to the traditional: Most expensive coffee – most sold farmed weasel coffee market price ranges from $800 – $1300 per kilogram. Wild civet coffee ranges from $3,000-$6000 per kg however only 700kg is being produced annually. Unique processing – Civets eat only the ripest, sweetest cherries-a kind of natural selection process. Their digestive process mildly ferments the bean to actually improve the taste, resulting in a less bitter, sweeter coffee, with a lovely bouquet of caramel and cinnamon. Made for a most memorable experience – Imagine serving Weasel coffee to your loved ones or colleagues on a special occasion. Tell them they are enjoying the most exclusive and expensive coffee in the world. After they drank the Wonder Weasel you can explain them what it is all about and excitement is guaranteed. For more information you can go to wonderweaselcoffee.com. In case you have further questions don’t hesitate to contact us. We are looking forward to your positive reply. Yours Sincerely, 

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MSF feast – Feb 13, Ben’s Canteen

Book for 7pm HERE. Book for 9pm HERE.

Mission Street Food were the pioneers of the modern street food movement. They were about taking a classic dish and doing what ever it took to make it better. Whether it was adding crispy duck skin to a burger or robbing some molecular gastronomy to tweak a fried chicken sandwich MSF went the extra mile. I’m hosting a dinner night at Ben’s Canteen to celebrate the mighty MSF. Let me introduce you to the dishes.


Mission Street Food feast – Pork Belly on Buttery Flatbreads.

I made these flatbreads for my Dad at his place in Miami after eating some shoddy kerbside BBQ – they are stupidly good and the perfect sheath for sticky, juicy, smokey pork. Repetitive prep can send you insane but making these butter laminated beauties is a joy (if I had to do it everyday I might put a gun to my head though!). I portioned the cornmeal dough into 30 plum sized balls, pancaked them with a rolling pin and buttered liberally. The discs are then rolled into a tube, coiled and flattened again – a spiral of molten butter unravelling from the centre of the bread like a fat-laden hypno-disc. Griddle these babies and they tear apart like a fresh baked croissant. I made 30 and it took me time! I’ll be prepping over 100 for Feb 13.

These breads are going to be loaded with brined and slow roasted pork belly – this is cooled, portioned and deep fried to serve so the crispy pork bark bursts with juice as you bite it, house pickled jalapeños and daikon radish for a sour edge, and slick of coriander aioli.

These “tacos” are one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. The rest of the menu is below. There are two sittings – 7pm and 9pm follow the links to book.

Chinese New Year – £30 Set Menu

BB’s PB Tacos

Deep fried pork belly, pickled jicama radish, jalapeno and coriander aioli on buttery flatbreads.

MSF Fried Rice

Duck fat fried rice, with confit duck, crispy duck skin, seared cauliflower and shiitake.

Coffee & Cigarette Burger

Granulated burger patty, topped with coffee braised beef short rib, Montecristo cigar infused date jam and monterey jack.

Milk & Cookies

Vanilla malt shake with bacon and apple cookie.

Milky Snixwerteers Kat

Candy bar terrine with a Brasillian Santa Alina cold brew coffee beer.

Fortune Cookie

Book for 7pm HERE. Book for 9pm HERE.

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My Morning Commute

New job, new commute. Love riding in the winter. Roll down Effra Parade and hang a left onto Atlantic Rd. Butcher shops line this street with aproned cleavers chiming a bloody beat like a halal glockenspiel. Slurries of foul smelling crushed ice cling to the gutters from yesterday’s trade. A black and white kitten poses in a grocer’s doorway, his nose to the air – sniffing at the piles of glossy-eyed fish?

Meet some cyclists at the lights outside Argos and roll off together. Cyclists clump together in a similar way a dung beetle collects shit. Tough guy in a Southampton Triathlon jersey squeezes to the front of the dung ball and then can’t get into his clips.

Nice flat run to Oval down Brixton Rd passed the boozer that is also a carwash. Overtake a parked bus and upset a motorcycle. He flicks up his visor.

“One day you will go under a bus and i’ll be there to see it.”

Is he some kind of travelling gypsy throwing out cycling curses?

Navigate the lethal and idiotic cycle lanes at Kennington Park that fracture and reform as they please. another long straight passed the scruffy townhouses that should be posher before arriving at the four lane vortex of death that is Elephant and Castle. Triathlon guy has squeezed to the front again. He dribbles out in front of oncoming traffic while he scratches around on his pedals like a farmyard chook. I shamelessly leave him for dead and run the gauntlet. I take the Borough exit with the obligatory truck pinching the corner and head for the Shard which looms like a neo-pagan obelisk.

Nice slow climb to the apex of London bridge. Feels good to stand in the pedals and leave the nasty mesh of buses behind. The view is masked only by the river of charcoal suits. It’s like March of the Penguins on that bridge.

Hit Bishopsgate. Potholes and suicidal city folk who throw themselves in front of your wheels like bodyguards taking a bullet for the President. RBS clock says 8:53 followed by -1. Cycle couriers edging into the arterial Great Eastern St to get a little head start. I wait for the lights. Dog leg onto Bethnal Green road and rattle my bones on the cobbles of Redchurch. Navigate the 50’s librarian girl sporting horn rims and cherry neck tatt. Think about explaining the one way system in place but makes me feel boring.

Open the door of the packed cafe and feel embarrassed to be wearing Lycra suddenly. I cover my genitals with my bag.


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The Shaper

Here is a movie I made with my buddies Rich and Jeremy. We call ourselves Crayfish – I’ll explain later. It won awards at London Surf Film Festival, Byron Bay Surf Festival and Carve Magazine! Yeeeeeew!

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My rejected flyer

My rejected flyer

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My Morning Commute

This is my morning commute. 7.4 miles.

Brixton. Acre Lane. Down the Long Road through Clapham Common. The long stretch of Latchmere Road leading to the battered Battersea Bridge. Dawn is breaking, the smoke stacks of the factory are reflected in the glossy Thames. Can’t gaze too long – lot’s of potholes and articulated lorries. Take a dog leg on Fulham Road and push on through the mansion blocks of Cranley Gardens. No broken glass on the side of the road in Kensington. Dodge the traffic at Hight Street and escape into the park. Sunrise if I’m starting late, pitch black if its early. Black shapes shifting on the benches – wonder who they are? Try to cycle the length of the park no hands. Sitting tall in the saddle lets the air back into your lungs. Put my hands under my armpits. Why do I have fingerless gloves? Bayswater is the final stretch of traffic before slinking through the sleepy homes to Westbourne Grove. A coffee and a banana taste good. It’s pretty chilly out there.

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