Turns out hitting up the rush hour traffic on the outskirts of London isn’t a good idea unless you like witnessing closed roads and upturned furiously burning cars.

After car park confusion caused by another mans poor imitation of H-mans weapon of a white Espace, minius the red wing mirror and a group pissing session, we braved the ice and marched up the hill into the warmth of the Seventies Warehouse.

Greeted by friendly smiles and possitive vibes from most, the session started. Vince and Alex took it pretty hard threwout the night managing to throw some bangers in here and there, Louis and Jamie looked real comfy on the tight set up and Local shreaders Mark Love and Niki Croft were showing us all how that ramp should be ridden.