Last book you read: Mr. Fox when I was in primary school.
Last album you listened to: A Rush Of Blood To The Head by Coldplay.
Last time you thought you were going to die: On the M25 from Brighton to London. The wheel bearing siezed up and pulled us into the fast lane. We stopped, and there were trucks doing a 100 miles per hour, nearly hitting us. Just me, Ali Boulala, and Justin Ashby shittin’ bricks.
Last record you bought: Total Science, On The Bridal EP.
Last country you visited: England.
Last time you cried: With sadness, when I left for England and had to say goodbye to my girlfriend. With happiness, when I got my visa.
Last piece of clothing you bought: Timberland jeans.
Last gig you went to: DJ Marky at the Source Club in Oxford, England.
Last time you were in a car accident: I rear-ended someone in the rain in England at a roundabout. And the following Monday, I ended up working for the same bloke I hit at some temp job. What a nightmare.
Last food you ate: Chicken tikka marsarla from Bukhara Indian restaurant.
Last dream you had: My dog had gotten off its leash and went up to this woman. The woman got scared, so she sprayed my dog with some stuff. I got mad, took the can from her, and sprayed her back–bitch.
Last TV show you watched: The Office (an English dark comedy).
Last team sport you played: Doubles in pool.
Last time you were confused: When am I not?
Last time you felt inspired: Listening to the new drum ’n’ bass coming out of England.
Last time you lied: To my dog–I told her I’d take her outside 30 minutes ago.
Last good park you skated: Any late-night Volcom session with the mates.
Last time you got into a fight: At Geoff Rowley’s house while he was away. It was with some unknown bloke who was drinking our beer–strange one.
Last time you were in the UK: Two weeks ago.
Last good tip someone gave you: Try the Stella Artois.
Last person you talked to on the phone: Stacy Lowery.
Last time you were in the hospital: Two or three years ago–I split my head open and got thirteen stitches.
Last car you bought: Ford Fiesta.
Last skate video you watched: 50-50 video.
Last time you witnessed anarchy: September 11, 2001.
Last movie you saw at the theater: Harry Potter two months ago. Bloody long film, that one.
Last contest you entered: Tampa.
Last magazine you read: Skateboarder.
Last photo shoot you went on: I just did a “day in the life” for Sidewalk Surfer mag.
Last time you got ripped off: In Mexico, for a visa I didn’t even need.
Last pool you skated: Old hotel pool on PCH in Huntington Beach, California.
Last song you listened to: LTJ Bukem “Atlantis” on some retro tape.
Last time you were betrayed: All the time–without even realizing it.
Last poster pinned to your bedroom wall: Frank Gerwer’s “Every morning is an Anti-Hero morning” ad.
Last Web site you visited: www.oldhags.com–try to see if it works for you.
Last time you thought about going to war: I try not to. If it happens, it happens–I can’t stop it.
Last time you got a ticket: Skate ticket in ’98, plane ticket in ’03.