my friend mike

my friend mike. i first met mike in france last summer. i was dressed in a spiderman outfit and being tossed headlong into a hottub. we spent the rest of the 2 weeks, riding together, getting grumpy with to much chatter and not enough riding, causing international incidents, winding up the locals, hiding in vegetable plots, stealing toilet seats from night clubs, childrens play equipment and cement mixers and generally becoming good friends. Mike moved to london a little while ago to become a internationally recognised photographer but was back in the west a couple of weeks ago to take photos of bombholes in westbury on trim. he popped down the pumpie and took these rather good photos. he has a blog: westcountrysnapper, maybe bigsmokesnapper would be more appropriate now?