Mark Lilley – Polejam

The weekend started of early. A little too early than had first intended for me and young Lillian. Noticing a desirable polejam a week or so prior to this occasion we bided our time until the weather had turned itself to our favour. The night had soon beckoned upon us and a busy town centre soon laid to rest. We picked our spot and hit the streets at the mean old time of 1am. With an undercover car soon making an appearance looking to know what the hell two hooded chaps with a skateboard would be doing on a quiet street at this time, we soon told them our deal and were happy enough to leave us in peace. With the night going pretty well and Lilley getting his trick in a matter of tries despite the bitter cold running riot, I soon had the gear up and ready to get this show on the road. In my own little world will I attempted to get some ‘artsy angles’ from behind a parked car I heard seemingly out of nowhere someone screaming the words “What the hell is this thing?”. I looked up as some beer drenched man with only the look of anger and confusion flooding his heavily dilated eyes had cascaded my flash across the street. As you can imagine, a severally heated moment had now engulfed our previous freezing cold session. With no explaining being understood through the tinnitus damaged ears of too many nights listening to poor country music and shouting sectarian songs. The man was soon to be found, inconsolable… His train of thought along with the horrible cocktail of cheap drink, hard drugs and shit country music had led him to believe he was a Z list celebrity and that my sole purpose this early morning was to document his exit from some piss stained bar all at his misfortune. With twenty minutes soon floating by as the mans friends had held a tight grip upon him and tried to explain to us they would take him away and how sorry they all where. We’d soon seen enough of Banbridge for that one small hour and packed up and left them to deal with their seemingly vanity stricken friend. A few laps of the town later we figured if there was ever a chance he wasn’t going to be at that bar again it would be now. We unpacked the equipment and got down to it and a couple tries later we had the photo we no hassle.

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Photo & words by Craig Dodds.

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