Pickpocket and a video.

Saturday night in, what better way to spend it, by reading my drivel!


Last weekend, my partners in crime Keir Carroll and Mikee Reed and I went to this house party all the way down in New Cross way, had a swell of time, drank lots, talked lots, drank talked, talk dranked, yada yada. It got to the early hours, myself and Keir decided to depart, Mikee had left earlier due to having work the next day, the hard working fellow, so Keir and I ventured to the 453 bus stop to go all the way to central London so that we could change for our necessary buses for the last leg of our individual journeys (The one annoying thing about living at home in west London is that it takes an Iron Age to get home from south of the river).
We got to Trafalgar Square, said our goodbyes, went our separate ways. I cut through Soho to get to my bus stop on Bond Street. I was on the verge of coming onto Regent Street when this guy approached me.
He was normal build, I'd say slimmer than me, wearing this huge orange rucksack on his back (duh) didn't seem intimidating in the slightest, he comes up to with a big smile and says:
"Hey man! I show you something!"
He's Polish.
"Erm, what?"
"Yeah man! Look! I show you some Karate moves man!"
"Um, no thanks"
I step to the left.
He moves in front of me.
Step to the right. (Two claps this time! Couldn't resist)
He does the same.
The ol' mirror-roo trick. 
"Hey! Come on friend! It's real cool!"
" *Sigh* Okay then"
He proceeds to do what you can only assume as very poorly executed Karate chops, only slightly touching me, first on my shoulders, then my arms, then my sides.
"No no man! You gotta block it! It's more fun that way!"
"Oh.. okay"
I reluctantly parry his next combo.
"Heh! Cool guy man! That's was way fun no?"
"Yeah"
"Okay man! See ya! Have a great night!"


He walks off and I'm glad the strange fellow has stopped talking to me. I turn onto Regent Street and reach for my back pocket for my Oyster card.


My wallet is gone.


Fuck.


That Polish Sensei tricked me!


I immediately turn round and like any other angry Brit would, walked very angrily and quickly with my arms swaying from side to side. Big frown too. Man, you shoulda seen that frown!
I caught up with him, he seemed very nonchalant, but I always get that impression with the back of peoples heads.
I step in front of him.
"Oi! You took my wallet!"
"....Eh no I didn't man..."
I see my monochrome wallet in his hand.
I snatch it from him.
As you can imagine I was pretty angry.
"You are a prick!"
"Hey man! It was funny no?"
"What?!"
"Ahhhhh it's funny no?"
"Fuck you!"


I turned round and stormed off.
That showed him.
Yeah!
Yeah.
Yeah...


A part of me would of just loved to of smacked him straight in the mouth, but I couldn't find it in me, perhaps if he refused to give my wallet back, I would of stepped it up a notch, I would like to think so anyway. 
It's like, have you ever been in a situation where you're really het up and you demand an apology from the person who's made you angry, they deliver the apology straight away, you've heard what you wanted, but then you get all confused, half angry, half fine? That's what it was like.


So yeah! Pretty entertaining 5am stroll through London.




Moving on...


Below is what I'd like to call a 'canape' for the Avenge Vulture Attack music video coming up. It's just the intro to the song, so it has no sound and requires a bit of tweaking, but you get the idea. And yes, that is my hand. I'm still on targetwhich is great, although I am dreading a couple of the scenes coming up as I know they will take a good amount of time individually to do.


Intro to music video. Prototype. from Jamie Kyle on Vimeo.


Tell me what you think, wouldn't mind some opinions or suggestions on how to better it.


Corr blimey, big post today, aren't you lucky!


TTFN


Jamie