I was rubbish at skateboarding.

1/3rd of me wanted to do it be classified a "skateboarder", so maybe girls would think I was sexy. 1/3rd of me did it because I just started getting into punk rock when I was 15, and after watching the skate part in Millencolin and the Hi-8 Adventures, decided that to be a punk, you HAVE to be able to ride a skateboard. The last 1/3rd was it was actually pretty fun. Too bad I had to much fear and my heart wasn't in it. My mind would picture me grinding fat rails, board sliding ledges and ollieing 3 metres ( like I told those Scottish kids I could).

I wanted to impress these Scottish Kids in Aberdeen that I was some rad skateboarder from Sydney. Gawd! I hadn't even stood on a skateboard in my life, skateboarding just seemed kinda cool, so what better way to impress them than by lying?!

Alister [one of the Scottish kids (fanta pubes kid with a funny voice)]: "Ey geezer, do you skateboard?"

Me: "Yeah! Been skating for about 2 years, pretty much sponoed at home..."

Alister: "Acccccceeee... How high can you ollie?"

Me: (Mind you, I had no idea what an ollie was) "Oooo uhh say about this high- reaching 3 metres above my head"

Alister : "Fuckin ey??"

Me : "Easyyy..."

I had a few days left in Scotland and I hoped to Allah, that no one would get a skateboard out...