Jordan OKane loved this classic spot in BFD. So did commuters.

Jordan OKane was firing left right and center on the last day.

After getting his head around it, Harry pulled this first go.

Trying to remember whats been done...you know the deal.

Sheff train station and this was done before I'd finished my fancy M&S salad.

Deep in the Hudd.

Leeds Uni is constantly being torn down and re built, this ledge was always a pain to ride because of the run up. Then they sort of made it better. Harry was on hand to nollie smith it.

Right after Jordan OKane sang the bars at the end of a line, two grown men walked past eating yogurts.

Not many people have messed with ledge, short run up and its kinda high. Godwin handled it.

Took a tumble in Dewsbury...didnt he.

"He didn't even hit his head thou eh"

Quick massage and back to Leeds General Infirmary to piss in a cup.

Dev Green is still the best park in the North. Jordan OKane 'steeze out'.

This joke was the funniest joke in the world but Ive forgotten it. It was really funny though. Honest.

Probably outside Greggs.

Alley shot in Park Hill.

Every time I come to this spot they remove another piece of the rail. Harry Mills tooth over.

Early mornings and late nights.

Seen the video? Just check it...

Choo Choo.

Park Hill. Sheffield.

Bars off the ledge. If you don't know the spot then you are probably just very young.

Yes Bruv.

The stress before the storm. Jordan OKane. Jumping off shit.

....the storm.

Every Southerner secretly loves the North, it’s a grey and lonely holiday filled with cheap booze and language confusion. So as soon as the sun started to shine I invited Jordan Godwin, Jordan Okane and Harry Mills-Wakley to a week of meat pasties, train rides and the tender loving charms of the Ibis Budget. We had a vague plan – we would be based in Leeds and we would visit different cities via the Leeds train station. These cities or towns would include Sheffield, Huddersfield, Dewsbury, Bradford and other soul-destroying metropolitan utopias.

Each morning we would call into Greggs, and then make our way to the station and each evening we would wine and dine somewhere exotic, like Park Hill, Sheffieldwhere we ate chips on the floor while a small angry chap tried to stab the chip shop owner. I love the North, with its binge drinking and crap diets. I fucking love it.