Last Words – Alex Moul

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:–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.