Last Words – Colin Kennedy

Last Words

Colin Kennedy

Last album you bought: Ulrich Schnauss–A Strangely Isolated Place.

Uncle John and Whitelock–Henry's Cellar Bar, Edinburgh.

Last person you ate breakfast with: My girlfriend Caroline–just in the house, not fancy.

Last time you hated something: The extractor fan above our cooker, after I headbutted it–unintentionally, of course.

Last night on the town: Last night at Henry's Cellar Bar, the Tennents went down well.

Last words of inspiration you heard: “Unity is love, so smile when you come face a bredren.”–lyrics by Savage.

Last book you read: Greg Palast–The Best Democracy Money Can Buy.

Last time you wore a tie: Myra and Ollie's wedding, a month ago.

Last magazine you read: Sound On Sound.

Last album you listened to: Chris Clark–Empty The Bones Of You.

Last time you thought you were going to die: Flying home from Mallorca last year–the plane was up and down like a yo-yo.

Last strange thing you witnessed at Livi: A Port-a-Loo in the car park.

Last country you visited: Italy.

Last time you cried: When you sent me these questions.

Last piece of clothing you bought: A Stonewood and Bryce velour zip-up jacket.

Last time that you were in a car accident: Way back–we all claimed 500-quid compensation each for whiplash injuries.

Last food you ate: A seasoned chicken from Schnigsbury's.

Last promise you made to yourself: To warm up before I skate, shortly after spraining my ankle.

Last dream you had: None of your business.

Last TV show you watched: Ashamedly, How Clean Is Your House, it was mingin'.

Last video part you were stoked on: John's (Rattray) unseen '02 video part yet to be unleashed–ask Alex Craig about that one.

Last team sport you played: Monkey Tennis.

Last time you were confused: When my dad wrote me this in an e-mail: “I have taken up show-jumping with Squid, although we have yet to clear our first fence, whilst your mother is formation-knitting for the R.A.F.”

Last time you felt inspired: When I saw my friend Robo doting on his newborn–but don't get me wrong, I'm not ready for parenthood yet.

Last time you lied: When I said I played Monkey Tennis.

Last good park you skated: Chandler, Arizona.

Last time you got into a fight: I got punched twice in the face in Mallorca last year–does that count? What a mindwipe.

Last person you talked to on the telephone: Caroline.

Last time you were in the hospital: Last Sunday, getting the ankle checked out.

Last thing you lost: The will to answer this question.

Last setup you put together: Blueprint Don Palmer, Ventures, Lucky bearings, and Bones rubbers (hook me up, please)–all the legit stuff.

Last skate video you watched: I'd like to say it was Sons Of The Hounds, but it was actually Yeah, Right!

Last time you witnessed anarchy: You don't get much of that round here. People prefer mindless brawling on the streets for no purpose at all.

Last time you went to the cinema: Three weeks ago–I had the

misfortune of sitting all the way through Anger Management, awful.

Last time you got ripped off: By my dentist–he's no longer my dentist.

Last time you were betrayed: By the British Government, no war in our name.

Last poster pinned to your bedroom wall: A large print of a photograph of a ward in the hospital I was born in–it fell down.

Last Web site you vissited:

Last photo session you went on: Photo session sounds a bit professional–don't know if I've ever been on one of them, but I went out the other day, and this big Welsh guy was lurking with a camera.

Last time you got a ticket: For skateboarding? Never had one.

Last time you moved: Four years ago.

Last thing that made you laugh: Bo Selecta, a comedy show–the Michael Jackson skydiving skit took the absolute piss.

Last time something changed your life: Arnica.