DOGPISS
ISSUE 6
S.E.B. IN GRAN CANARIA / OVERSEER / TARA F. HILL / CORNERSHOP PHIL WILSON / BENNY’S STAG / ALISTAIR KERR/ - ONE DAY IN THE 80’S SUPPLEMENT: TIM LEIGHTON-BOYCE INTERVIEW BY NEIL MACDONALD - SCIENCEVERSUSLIFE
contributors:
contents Super Eczema Brothers CANARIAN MISSIONARIES from some Other God
PHOTOGRAPH BY
DAVE BEVAN
BEN ROWLEYS STAG DO IN BUDAPEST
ARTIST FEATURES:
OVERSEER PHIL WILSON
STAY PURE
STAY POOR
ALASTAIR KERR
STU PATON /OLLIE
TWO BIT SKATE CO.
PHOTOGRAPHS BY
COVER PHOTOGRAPH
ZTP
ONE DAY IN THE 1980’S
EDITED BY BEN HAIZELDEN
BOOK FEATURE
sincerest of thanks to all who have contributed to the magazine. x
TARA F. HILL
dave bevan max griffin CALUM SIMPSON TOM LEIGH rob salmon callum painter ben rowley russ HEIDEMAN phil wilson OVERSEER KELSEY JAY STEVENSON lucien harris james griffiths craig dodds danny j. parker lewis royden tom quigley charlie elmer tara f. hill alastair kerr NEIL MACDONALD TIM SMITH BRUCE MCCLURE HENRY ‘SWAMPY’ MOORE
‘COOKING AND MY HEART AND MY BRAIN”
OUR ONGOING GRATITUDE GOES OUT TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE SUPPORTED THE MAGAZINE BY PURCHASE ANY OF OUR PRODUCTS (OR BY BEING A SHOULDER TO CRY ON). IT REALLY IS APPRECIATED.
dogpiss magazine #6
POEM BY MAX
WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHS BY
GRIFFIN
S.E.B. CANARIAN MISSIONARIES from some Other God.
S.E.B. - Canarian Missionaries from some Other God. The first trip was an unholy threesome - me, Marlon and MaXXXy - winter cop/drop-outs looking to steal some Spanish-African Sun, soak it into our pale, flakey December skin-bags. Full-tilt volcano hill-bomb mishaps into cactus patches, wall-rides down abandoned damns for the gun-toting loaner squatting up there. Passing out each night in the fine, black dirt, pissed as lords on one Euro cartons of wine, behind the best mini ramp on all of Lanzarote.
DAVE BEVAN
In the way of these things, the tall tales grew ever skywards and come next winter solstice, we were eight. Living like lords, lushing around Gran Canaria, lolling about in ancient full pipes buried beneath older-still volcanoes, miles from anywhere/thing, save for the finest rural goat-slaying tapas bar. Lord knows the feasting and toasting of backside skiddlers, frontside stabblas and thrusters-to-fakie went on long into the African evening. The Sun’s sub-continental, the spots post-modern Spanish urban, and the mad dogs and English/Welshmen scatter themselves all across the marble pavements in front of the English and German pensioners. This year, we stuck a voodoo pin in the map and rolled up the holy S.E.B. flag (black and red for too-late-stage anarchism, purple iron cross for too drunk, too often, dripping in emollient cream and hashish dust) to stick square in Tenerife. Whom felt the full girth of our planks, trucks and bodies smashed all over its igneous crator-face. From palm tree planters in English/Irish Sodom and Gomorroh to outer space moonscape blown out damn disasters high up in the dusty hills; 70’s Spanish lazy mafia architecture inadvertent soul-bowl. Tenerife stole our hearts and minds, and our good broooda Theo; lost him to the charms of a local Italian girl, my lord, who rechristened him Tee-oh in the native tongue of the island. We mourned/celebrated with a two-foot Tuna fish. Skateboardings really fucking hard, but Holidaze are really fucking easy, so there’s your yin-yang-ming-mong karmicly balanced, Pilgrim; grab the sleeping bag/Mexicali drug-rug, the plank and some degenerate mongo-pusher-men/women and hit that big-red flashing 30quid too-late-stage-capitalism-return-flight button, before burying yourself in the burnt ash of ages and fine, cheap African plonk... And ALWAZE say hello to the hard-face in the Independent jacket on the beach, cos he’s ya ticket to four-foot vert ramps in gearhead’s garages, Pappy. Fuck Trump/Front Truck. Amen.
THE GOAT WITH A BONELESS
A pie! A pie from the pub, he bellowed. Not today Sir , It's a silver fish~ Fried, Belly full up of white wine. BUT NOW. It's through the door, 32 cascading wheels, Click clack, clack click, hot and dusty floor. The blues dispersed, Blue sky engulfed.
MAX DOING AN OLLIE
The distant memory of any blues , The blue sea soothes all, you see. Red hot Africa on your back again, Her tender caress.
DAVE BEVAN / FS OLLIE We’re just passing through. We’ve found a canary, In the sea, you see. With a ramp in the garage ? We must attend. Wish you were here.
MAX WOZYER
MILO BRENNAN GETS UPSIDE DOWN
Sunburnt ~ union jack, Full English breakfast , And a bright red back. Not today Sir!
TIMMY BARTELOT HUCKS ONE
MILO BRENNAN / BACKSIDE KICKFLIP
LET SLEEPING GOATS LIE
ARTIST FEATURE
OVERSEER
“I started printing again after I got given a stamp making kit for my birthday. There was only enough Lino to do 2 prints, I wanted more, so sourced materials that suited me and improved the quality of print. I caught the bug. Carving and printing ever since. I never think about what I’m going to make, just dig in. It’s meditative. Seeming to be obsessed with drawing heads, missing minds, disconnected from organs and limbs. Just faces floating, resting, looking and sometimes drowning. The observer, visually commenting on personal and social situations.”
Ovaseer.
CONTACT: INSTAGRAM@OVASEER
BEN ROWLEY / 360 FLIP
ZTP
TWO BIT SKATE CO TRIP FOR BEN ROWLEYS STAG.
ROB SALMON & CALUM PAINTER WORDS BY RUSS HEIDEMAN & BEN ROWLEY PHOTOGRAPHS BY
Benny knew that skate jaunts would be off the cards for a while once married life sets in. It was here the idea of a Budapest trip was conjured up. Rather than the usual debaucheries that are associated with a ‘Stag do’, Ben and the homies would be skating new spots on what may be his last skate trip until his future kids are off to university! After visiting Budapest on a Severngoods (Shout outs!) trip in 2017 and constantly reminding the whole squad how great it is: “Benny have you been to Buda?” became a regularly used phrase. Thus, it had to be Buda for the bigmans Stag! This time, it would be in typical TWOBIT fashion: ‘By the homies, for the homies’. Everyone paying their own way and making arrangements for the love of skateboarding and of course Mr.Rowley! No schedule and no plans other than to skate, have fun, get drunk and try not to get in too much trouble - whist documenting as much as possible. Much to the dismay of his poor wife to be (Shout of Laura), a week long tripped was booked and then things started to snowball from a few lads going skating in Budapest, into the Zootapest/ZTP madness that unfolded. Inspired by the infamous Thrasher - King of the Road trips, challenges were thought up and Skate Dad (Russ) created the ‘King of the Zoot’ booklet, filled with: Skate/Miscellaneous/Budapest Challenges, that would be our bible for the week. So came the day of our flights. Despite pushback from the Bristol heads, our beloved ‘Stag’ was adamant that we must set off at 4:30am to arrive at Stanstead airport with enough time to get the 11:35 flight. Being the ‘Stag’, Benny got his way. Low and behold, we arrived far too early and had to wait outside the airport because bag-drop wasn’t even open for our flights. It was outside the terminal that we greeted the homies from Norwich, Portsmouth, Cambridge and various other pockets of the UK! Bags were finally dropped, ‘Pussay Patrol’ t-shirts donned and it was off to Duty Free/Weatherspoons to start as we meant to go on! A few hours, several pints and a bottle of rum later, our now half-cut squad boarded the plane only for the early bird Ben to pass out for the duration. We arrived in a humid Hungarian airport, slightly less intoxicated than when leaving the UK. After some initial booze fuelled confusion, we managed to board a mini bus to our accommodation. Greeted by Chando ‘the snake’ (You must watch these air b’n’b hosts, they will swindle you if the airport run hasn’t worn off!) We paid one of the additional charges that he put forward and after some awkward discussions, we were settling in to our hostel-esque digs for the week. Shortly after, we were greeted by some of the extended crew who had travelled from Slovenia, Munich and Australia. The 15 deep crew were all there and ready to go!
YEBSIE / STAND UP PHOTOGRAPH BY CALUM PAINTER
RUSS PHOTOGRAPH BY CALUM PAINTER
PHOTOGRAPH BY ROB SALMON
SLAPPY CROOKS / CALUM PAINTER
TOMMY GETS HIS
TALONS OUT
RUSS HEIDEMAN / NOSEBLUNT PHOTOGRAPH BY ROB SALMON
DOBBO / FS 180 OVER TOM MCGEADY / FS FLIP
FRED MANSBRIDGE
BEN ROWLEY / OLLIE UP TO KICKFLIP
ADAM /KICKFLIP/ RIOS DIY
SHICKEN / CANNONBVALL
BENCE / TAILSLIDE TRANSFER
phil wilson
ARTIST SKATEboarder
Words by Walker Murdoch I once asked Phil if he had a lighter. He said that he did, and so as I moved, cigarette in mouth towards his hand, I was met with an explosive flash of light and a sudden stinging sensation in my whole face as I felt debris hit it, heard nothing but a ringing in my ears and saw nothing but smoke. Through this I could hear uncontrollable laughter and cries of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I was soon to find out that he had ‘pranked me’ and had just let a party popper off, point blank in my face. His personality and artwork always make me think of this story. Unpredictable, very funny and a bit fucked up. One savage man, on and off a skateboard.
DOM FRENCH / FS FLIP / PLYMOUTH PHOTOGRAPH BY LUCIEN HARRIS
TURKEY / BS OLLIE / DEAN LANE PHOTOGRAPH BY JAMES GRIFFITHS
MARC BEGGAN / OLLIE
PHOTOGRAPH BY
CRAIG DODDS
PHILI HALTON / FS BLUNT
PHOTOGRAPH BY
CRAIG DODDS
MINI BROWN / WALLIE PHOTOGRAPH BY CRAIG DODDS INSTAGRAM@DUDDLEIT
HARRY WHILE / OLLIE / NEWQUAY PHOTOGRAPH BY DANNY J. PARKER
NICK ASTON / BOARDSLIDE / BODMIN COLLEGE PHOTOGRAPH BY DANNY J. PARKER
JOE GUMMOW / BS 180 NOSEGRIND / PENZANCE PHOTOGRAPH BY DANNY J. PARKER
JOBY / CRAIL /DEAN LANE BRISTOL PHOTOGRAPH BY BEN HAIZELDEN
CLEVER RYAN / BONELESS / DAVESIDE BRISTOL PHOTO GRAPH BY LEWIS ROYDEN
INSTAGRAM@LEWISROYDEN
CHAR / PUSH BOOSTER / DEAN LANE BRISTOL PHOTOGRAPH BY BEN HAIZELDEN
JOE HINSON / FS FLIP
/ LEICESTER
PHOTOGRAPH BY
TOM QUIGLEY
MYLES MIDGLEY / 5050 / HALIFAX PHOTOGRAPH BY TIM SMITH
BEN RAYNOR / BS TAIL / HUDDERSFIELD
PHOTOGRAPH BY TIM SMITH
CALLUM MCROBBIE / layback WALLRIDE PHOTOGRAPH BY CHARLIE ELMER
CALUM SIMPSON INTERVIEWED BY BEN HAIZELDEN PHOTOGRAPHS BY
FEATURE
SKATEBOARDING
BENHAIZELDEN & TOM LEIGH -Hey Calum. So what is Cornershop? Cornershop was born last summer and was the name we gave to a small set of edits that we made of guys that skated the plaza in town. The aim was to represent skaters in Bristol that weren’t getting exposure ordinarily. We were very clear from the start that we wanted Cornershop to be inclusive and to be the embodiment of grass roots skating in Bristol. -Who are the main people behind Cornershop. ? Myself and Laurie Barnes came up with Cornershop together and did most of the filming and editing ourselves to begin with. We met Tom Leigh who has been a powerhouse since joining and has been pretty much Cornershop’s primary Filmer since Autumn last year. Jago Kinnersly has been skating with Cornershop from the beginning and has put so much effort into getting clips/footage, Big ups Yung Buck Rowdy. Also recently Jack Collins has started skating with us a lot and has began to stack clips for Cornershop
-From what I know about what you guys are up to it seems that the edits are the primary focus. Any plans for other stuff. You making any garments or do you have other ideas? So skating is the primary focus of Cornershop and we wanted the edits to speak louder than anything else. We have already done small run of longsleeve’s that represent the aesthetics of the edits. In the near future we are gunna do a range of garms including hats, shorts sleeves and hoodies. In short though, skating is the source and always will be. -Why should people watch your edits or support you? What sets you guys apart?
LAURIE BARNES / STAND UP PHOTOGRAPH BY BEN HAIZELDEN
The whole idea behind Cornershop was to represent the realness of skating and celebrate the vagrant lifestyle that comes with it. From being involved with skating for over 15 years, we have seen so many brands that feel detached from skating and don’t represent the people out on the streets doing it day in-day out. We want our skating/product to be accessible to skaters who have just stepped on a board to people are still pushing in there later years. We also feel that skaters are being priced out of there own culture and aim to provide product that skaters can actually afford without breaking the bank. -What’s next for you guys? Any plans for larger projects / trips? We have a semi full length edit that we want to put out in the coming months, that has been in the works since pretty much last summer. Everyone involved has been working so hard on this edit and will be absolute fire when it’s finished. We also have a London trip planned for spring and a euro trip this summer. We also want to collaborate with different skate crews in the Bristol and the local area to continue to build on what we feel is one of the most inclusive skate scenes in the world.
-Thanks for your time dude. Any last words? Thanks to anyone that the world. Also thanks massive thank you to Sam
has shown Cornershop any type support, it means to everyone that bought our Garms and also a at Hidden Temple for printing them. Last but not least......
SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL CAN DEALER
CALUM SIMPSON / 50 50 / BRISTOL PHOTOGRAPH BY TOM LEIGH
CORNERSHOP AFFILIATE JAGO
KINNERSLEY DOES AN OLLIE IN CLEVEDON
PHOTOGRAPH BY BEN HAIZELDEN
INSTAGRAM@cornershopskateboarding
TARA HILL ZINEMAKER/ARTIST/COOK
FOR MORE OF TARA’S WORK GO TO INSTAGRAM@TARAFHILL OR TO BUY ONE OF HER BOOKS VISIT:
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ONE DAY IN THE 1980'S PHOTOGRAPHS BY ALISTAIR KERR
Farnborough. I remember getting up early and catching a train from Bath to Farnborough. I’d been to Farnborough before, when the ramp was made out of scraps of ply, road signs and estate agents for sale boards, when it was held together by little more than hope, and a few nails. But this time it would be different, the legend that was the Farnborough halfpipe, two of the old Winkfield halfpipes that were butchered and remastered to make a competition standard pipe, wide, with flat bottom, but just the one platform. And that’s where I sat for a good portion of the day, the platform, with my battered old Nikon filled with 400ASA film stock, a shitty under powered red flash gun, and a smile on my face.
DANNY WEBSTER
Billy Ruff, Todd Swank, Danny Wester, the Abrook brothers, Steve Douglas, Sean Goff, they and others performed before my camera, and I tried to capture everything on acetate coated in silver solution. Can I remember who won the event, no, I remember just being immersed in skateboarding for the whole day, rubbing shoulders with my idols of the time. And I remember how fucking good that felt.
TODD SWANK / SWEEPER
alistair kerr
MARK ABROOK / BACKSIDE AIR
BILLY RUFF / INVERT
BARRY ABROOK
THE STRANGEST PET ON EARTH’S POEM BY
BRUCE MCCLURE
Retired Serial Killers We don’t talk anymore, Nothing in common, Who are you going to find like me, Who is even remotely similar? We work better together, The end of an era, a boring new chapter, Come on, be realistic, We don’t kill anymore, Thought about that? They sit on a worn green chesterfield in a pub they’ve frequented since they first met, Tired faces painted on these skeletons,
Ashen as the headstones on some victims’ graves, I like music, I like cheese, He notes, written in the Gents, Returning to a warm pint and cold partner.
ILLUSTRATION BY
HENRY ‘SWAMPY’ MOORE