Sunday at Southsea 2003 King of Concrete

We awoke to find the usual destruction / debris in the campsite.
We all had banging heads. Sunday is the worst day, as it means we have to pack everything up.
But it is also the BEST day for the riding in the King of Concrete - pro street motherfucker!!!
The weather held out good (unlike last year) and the riding was dope.
We also had some good street sessions.
And visited some of the local pubs.
Southsea pubs aren't always that friendly though - we went in one up a side street. First thing we all do is head to the
toilet for a long awaited whizzer apiece. When we come out, the landlord, started making comments about "just come in the use the toilet"
etc and eventually told us all to "fuck off". His loss. We went to some gay looking pub called the Jolly Sailor, and between us
we drunk FIFTEEN PINTS.