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Skateboarding found me early, and it’s never really let go.
My first kit was in the tiny English village where I grew up: a Newporter ash deck and a Cooper hockey helmet. With my best buddy back then, Jeremy Stanford, I built ramps in the street until his mum took us to London to watch the big kids do some proper skating.
I returned to skating as a university student in the 1980s. To a Suicidal Tendencies soundtrack, our gang hit hotspots like Southbank, where we marveled at the artistry of American legend Mark Gonzales.
Fast-forward to today, and I spend less time