crossfire xmas jam 2008

Nicky howells won the ledge comp and jake collings took over all mini ramp shredder at this years crossfire xmas bash, footage below with davie davies, jess young jake collings and nicky howells at the jam,
for more footage of the jam head over to
www.caughtinthecrossfire.com

killcity christmas party

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pritchard was doing such a good job keeping you all updated with his blog id pretty much slipped into mong mode but since he went awol in ibiza id better come clean with the news.

we leave for india on saturday to start the last filming block for the new series which is due out at the end of this month, yep thats right a new series at the end of the month that spans 9 episodes in total, heres some pics to tease your imagination for what to expect

south africa did this

a philipino gang left a mark also




daint...

almost broken, pritchard checking in

Friday 15/08/08

Woke again at 6.30am feeling like shit and rough as fuck. To start the day jim hickey wanted us to to do a morning of GV’S (general views) so we had to walk round a packed (when I say packed I mean packed to the point of clostraphobia) market looking at live frogs being skinned alive and still kicking 10 min after and pig’s heads along with all kinds of stuff. There’s so much variety I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw a cooked humans cock there haha. My hangover was taking it’s toll as it was 35 degrees and people everywhere, I was spinning out big time but managed to hold it together.
Next up we went to a place where if you have a cold or are not well then the combodians don’t go for your usual parecetamol they get bloody done over instead. Me and daint came out of there scared to our eye balls and inn right agony but at the same time the situation was hilarious. I’ve also just found out that my scare’s are gonna last a month, stoked.
We went filming at the port next to the river for one of the funniest things we have ever done. Daint laughed that much he was gonna be sick and steve our medic and security said he has never laughed that much since he was a little kid. I’d love to share the story with you all but im not allowed but put it this way it was fucking funny and it’ll be on the Cambodia series when it hit’s MTV. I’ll give you a clue though, it involves my cock and that’s all im giving you.
We had to drive 2 hours out of the city for our next scene so we jumped into our crew mini bus and a few miles down the road we did some filming of the 2 of us in our jeep making our way to an 11th century budhist monastery on the top of a mountain. I was so tired from lack of sleep and drinking my brains out that I needed an hours sleep before filming at the monastery so I grabbed it in the mini bus as the crew set up. When they finally woke me I realised it was a massive walk up the longest set of stairs to the top and I was knackered. It was all worth it when we got to the top though as we had a 360 deg view of Cambodia and it was just stunning. The monestry was another eye opener as it was so old and there were Buddhist monks everywhere praying and having their hair shaved off haha. Just as we sat down to film the heavens opened and it didn’t stop all night so we spent it filming in a tiny little prayer room with budha looking down on us and a load of lit candles.
We finished at 8 pm and jumped into our mini bus for our hotel. I filled myself up with my usual chicken curry loaded my blog onto dains kill city site (keep eye’s peeled as im gonna sort out my own S.W.Y.D blog out when I get home) got changed and we all headed out for our last night on the tiles. All the crew were together and we spent the night getting smashed and reminiscing over the weeks footage. As we got to the bar we’ve spent most of our time inn DV8 at 2am we found out they were shutting but as soon as they saw us they re opened. It took half hour to try and get the music going but we eventually got there and we all spent the night fighting over it “my turn, my turn, you were on last” haha the tunes were smashing out and as per usual dancing on the bar was on. 6am and the mellow tunes came out i.e cat stevens, Elton john, john lennon etc.
I think I got my head down at about 7am and got woken at 11 to go filming.

Staurday 16/08/08

We only had to film one little thing this morning so it wasn’t to bad. Jim hickey then said those magical words “it’s a wrap” and we all hung overly started shouting and handing out high fives.
In my hotel room writing this now and contemplating having my last chicken curry before we leave at 3.30pm.
Ladys and gentlemen bring on SOUTH AFRICA.
The heavens are have opened and the thunder and lightening is going off again and so I my stomach and brain. I hate flying and especially in this weather. We arrive at the airport check inn and wave our goodbyes to one of the best country’s I’ve been to. Were heading to Bangkok first and we have 6 hours to spend there before we catch our flight to S.A, it will take 3 flights to get to our destination Durban. We arrive in Bangkok and grab some food have a foot massage then check inn. We board the plane and im still hungover and feel like shit then the plane starts chundering down the runway and all I can think of is “hand on a min, is this plane going fast enough?” it’s going slow and we must be getting to the end of the runway any min. im sweating and got the look of fear on my face as the plane literally leaves the runway right at the end of the thing and it seems in trouble climbing. Thank god I wasn’t sitting next to daint or he’d be ripping me big time. I was in this mess for half hour because it took that long for the plane to get above the clouds.
Had my food and slept the whole 10 hour flight waking in time for my breaky. As we leave the plane one of the boys said to me “did you hear what happened to sam (camera man) on the plane?” the guy he was sitting next too was feeling him up in his sleep and when he woke up this dude had his hand on his cock, horrible. Sam reported it to airline staff but the dirty cunt got away.

Sunday 17/08/08

Im in johanesburg airport now checking inn for our final flight to durban then we have the day to ourselves to do whatever we want.
Arrive at durban picked our bags and net our fixer. Jumped into our mini bus for the 2 hour drive to shakaland zulu reserve and as we arrive there are 4 giraffes walking around. Daint kept saying south Africa reminds him of wales until he saw the giraffes. This reserve is fucking sick, check it out at www.shakaland.com and you’ll know what im talking about.
Our rooms are are like these huge straw beehive looking things and a zulu took my bags down to my room and as he opened the door I was very surprised as it looked very comfy. I emptied my bags, sat down and read up on some of the info package that we got i.e how to greet a zulu, say hello and thank you in their launguage etc. once I did that I had a fucking fight with the plug socket and my travel adapter. I plugged it inn and it kept dropping out so I could charge my phone, computer so it took a bit of ‘adapt over come’ on my behalf and trap it inn whilst the adapter is balancing on top of the computer and a coffee cup pushing in the plug finally I got it working.
I started reading my russel brand book and then daint popped in and we went to the camp fire for a few beers (only a few I was having as I needed a rest from the stuff as I know when we hit cape town im gonna batter it) and waited for everyone else to turn up. I started feeling a bit ill with the hot and cold’s and shivering so I ate some food and got back to my beehive for 9.30pm and instantly fell asleep.

Monday 18/08/08

I woke this morning inn a right mess and really feeling the effects of my illness so I shiveringly walked to breaky not too good. Steve gave me some paracetamol and then I had a hot shower and I slowly started coming round. When your on shoots like this there’s no time for illness as you’ve got a job to do so you just have to grin and bare it. I mean, if you couldn’t get out of bed then fare play but the production and the shoot your on could all be put in jeperdy and that’s a lot of money down the pan and what could have been a great shoot along with the great experiences were having filming our show.
I was fine anyway so happy days. We drove from shakaland to another zulu reserve where we shot a comedy scene which I cant wait to see edited down and we also did our chat with a guy called vince who would guide us to where the zulu tribes are and what kind of legal high’s they would have to offer us. It was a lovely setting, me, daint and vince sat round a fire in the darkness only with oil lamps and the fire as light with the sound of a running stream in the backround.
The parecetamols must be wearing off again as im shivering again and im refusing beer so I couldn’t wait to get back to shakaland smash some food down my neck pop another 2 mind smackers on the head and go to cloud cuckoo land.

Ttuesday 19/08/08

I woke up at 3am this morning thinking my alarm had woke me up for my call time of 7am so I jumped into the shower all ready to go for breaky then I realised it was 3am and I was sleep walking, bloody hell taxi for pritchardo. I took my clothes off snuggled my head into the very comfortable pillows provided and re awoke at the right time feeling much better.
Were leaving shakaland today and staying with the zulu’s tonight so I packed my bags had breaky, loaded the mini buses up and off we went.
Today is really sunny and you can tell it’s put everyone in a good mood as it’s been overcast and cold for the last 2 days.
Spend all day filming with the zulu’s who are a right top laugh. It’s weird cause when you meet tribes like me and daint have you have to sus them out first before you can be yourself around them as you don’t want to offend. Doing what me and him do we could quite easily do that in our first second of meeting them. Take it from me, the zulu’s were up for anything and found us quite amusing which was a great start. These dudes are the real deal and we were tio spend the next 2 days in their company along with their 5 wife’s each. Lucky bastards.
We spent another night in traditional zulu beehive huts but these one’s didn’t have tv’s in them so we went down to have food and some booze but I only managed 2 jack’s as I was still feeling really ill. Im never ill so when I am im a right grumpy tit. I feel like im wasting away and it’s starting to spin me out a bit so much so im gonna have a bupa MOT when I get home to make sure im ok. It’s most prob all the partying etc and fingers crossed not some tropical disease. I say my goodbyes and went straight to my room and was in bed by 9.30pm.

Wednesday 20/08/08

Wake up still feeling like shit but made it down to breaky for some food. Did some more filming with the zulu’s which, today was quite emotional for the 2 off us and tears were very close to being shed on camera for the first time. It was an amazing experience though and one I’ll never forget along with all the others I’ve had filming this show.
We had to do some more filming involving the 4+4 jeep and I was driving. The terrain is proper rough and bumpy but I had a lot of fun driving inn it. I don’t know what it is with me but as soon as anyone knows im driving they instantly shit themselves and start talking to me like im a 10 year old. Does anyone trust me??? Am I that bad a driver???? Are they scared for their lives???? It’s most prob a mixture of all of them to tell you the truth. I suppose im like peter pan behind a powerfull beast and inn half hours time it all comes true haha I reversed whilst the passenger door was still open and I basically ripped the door off it’s hinges hahaha. We tried to repair it to try and make it not look as bad as it was but no luck, that’s the joy of insurance even though their run by rip off merchants.
We say our goodbyes and head on our 2 hour journey to Durban. We arrive at our hotel and it’s fucking bling bling as fuck. Me, daint and steve share a 3 floor penthouse and I have the upstairs bedroom which overhangs the living area with huge windows looking over Durban. It was something else let me tell you. We shower up and sit down on our comfy sofa order some jack and coke’s while we wait to go filming at a night club. As we sit there watching the news they’ve just mentioned the lefthansa plane crash in Madrid which is shocking news. All I can think is what must have been going through those passengers minds as it happened, absolutely awful. RIP.
We drink our drinks and head downstairs for food. I only had soup as I wasn’t that hungry and I had that exited feeling in my belly as I knew we were back in a city and there was night life to be had plus steve had given me opiate bassed pain killers for my illness so I was drugged up and ready to rock. We arrive at BURN rock club which is huge and full of metal heads etc so I knew we were in for a good night.
We sat down and started filming and what happened in this club was a bit on the wrong/fun/sick side depending on how you look at it and what kind of person you are. The onlooking crowd (who were all south African sanchez fans) were well up for it and the cheering and shouting made for a good bit of footage and a great night out.
I was fucking smashed and in my mess I decided it was a good idea to have one of those huge earings where they have to take an 8m hole out of your ear to get it inn. This club has a tattoo/piercing parlour inside so the dude grabbed my ear and went to work on me and let me tell you it fucking hurt and I ended up with a huge metal horn in my ear. At the time I thought it was amazing and poised to keep it in for the rest of my life. Yeh right, I woke in the morning looked in the mirror and thought “what the fuck is that?”, it had it’s own heart beat too.
We got back to the hotel room and I was in a right mischeifus mood so I dropped my knickers and shat into jim hickeys sink then went to my room and shat off the top of my bedroom balcony which was overhanging our living area and there was shit everywhere hahahaha. I’ve got it all on video so I’ll try and get it up on my youtube site when I get home.
Went back into jim’s room and started dancing with sam with ipod tunes rocking. 3am came and thought I’d better go to bed as were up at 6am to fly to cape town.

Thursday 21/08/08

Day off and Wake at 5.30am with the hotel phone ringing my ears off and still pissed make my way down to reception and realise im the only one there so I don my ipod again and wait for everyone else.
We arrive at the airport and jump on our south African flight to cape town. We arrive 2 hours later after a really bumpy ride and disturbed sleep and find it’s cold as hell and cloudy, gutted.
Met up with a really cool guy called james who is a surfer and skateboarder which is right up mine and daints street and he’ll be looking after us on our day off. He took us to our hotel which is called FIRE & ICE and we have one of the best greetings we’ve ever had at a hotel (considering when we walk into hotels they see us and don’t want us in there, cant blame them really) with shots of booze and a nice freshly made smoothy and a sign saying ‘FIRE & ICE WELCOME DIRTY SANCHEZ TO OUR HOTEL’ great, an excuse to smash the place up and get an award for it?????????? That’ll be a first. I get into my room and it’s well posh, even the welcoming pack inn our room has the dirty sanchez movie poster on it. A big thank you too protea hotel group for treating us with respect and not animals, you ROCK.


Me, daint, jim, sam and steve jumped in the mini bus with james and he was gonna take us surfing. I wasn’t going inn as steve took that ridiculous lump of metal out of my ear and it wouldn’t stop bleeding so they got their wetsuits on whilst me and steve sat in a bar and drank jack watching them catch waves whilst there were a flock of whales jumping out of the water.
3 hours down and I realise me and steve polished off a bottle of jack haha. The boys joined us for a drink when they finished and we headed off back to the hotel to chill.
Off out to film something else tonight then hit up the town and see what’s going on. Im gonna go in search for a dance club so I can dance my pants off and sweat my ring off.
It’s daints birthday tomorrow so a big night out is coming.

PRITCHARDS PERFECT TRIP DIARY, CHECKING INN

Sunday 10 Aug. 11, 08

Wake up at 6am after going to bed at 11pm from packing my bags ready for my trip to Cambodia for our second round of filming our ‘perfect trip’. The day before started a bit crazy as my head was still in tatters from partying 10 days in ibiza. I decided to go to watch Cardiff city’s first game of the season to Southampton with the boys. It was a good day as city won 2 – 1 and Johnston scored in the last min of the game. Walking home was a bit knarly mind as it was the first bit of face to face football violence I’ve witnessed. 15 southampton boys mouthing off to city fans outside the cornwall pub, something in about 10 min’s time they lived to regret. ¾ men down with claret fucking everywhere, the moral of this story is ‘don’t mouth off to Cardiff fans’.
Anyway, I managed to peel myself from the pub as the last thing I wanted was an all night session when I’ve got a 14 hour plane journey today so I said my goodby’s and jumped into my taxi home.
Aid (tour manager and all round top valley boy) and daint arrived at my house at 7am for our 3 hour drive to heathrow, stopped got some sandwiches and arrived on time to meet the crew. High fives all round and big smiles were the order of the day as we were about (for the second time) to embark on a mad mission to Cambodia and south Africa.
We checked inn and went to our terminal which, may I add was fucking heaving full of people. So much so it was doing my head inn. Me and daint went to buy ourselves a book each for our journey myself getting russel brands booky wooky and daint some book on ‘why do light’s go on in the fridge and not the freezer’ and ‘why do men do their shirt buttons up on the left hand side and women on the right’ hahaha very apt for us 2 bell end’s, shitty info but very good pub ammo at the same time.
I was gonna by some drinks in whsmiths with a que the length of john holmes (porn star) penis until some prick (excuse the pun) decided to push me out of the way without saying excuse me, so I screamed at the fucker and chucked my chewing gum’s in the air and left with smoke coming out of every orifice.
Sat down chilled out and got on our thai airways flight to Bangkok. Although we didn’t have our own tv’s we had plenty of leg room which is a rarity in chicken class and we relaxed opened our books and read away. Russell’s book is fucking hilarious and recommend you buy it, the way he explains things in his own witty humour is amazing. Im just getting to the drug’s part of the book which im looking forward too as I’ve heard some of his story’s before through my ex agent john noel and nik linen as Russell is on their books and john helped him through rehabso im interested in hearing it from his mouth. Guaranteed to be nuts.
I smashed 2 sleeping tablets down my neck listened to some lisa lashes and alex kidd and went to cloud coo coo land. Before I knew it I was in Bangkok. We went for a head and shoulders massage and then jumped on our next flight to Cambodia which was only an hour. 4 in flight meals (which were very impressive) later and my usual tomato juice (I’ve always got to have a tomato juice when im on a plane, don’t ask it just tastes better on a plane ghaha) and 2 glasses of wine we arrive at Cambodia and wait what felt like 2 hours to get our kit past some scary looking officials at the airport. These country’s freak me out as you always hear these story’s of people having their bags stuffed with drugs by some other cunt and they then pay the price in the Bangkok Hilton, a place where no man, woman or child would ever want to stay.
We got through and our fixer (dude who’s here to sort everything out for us and by the looks of things paid off the guy’s to jump the huge cue for customs) had our cars ready and away we go to our hotel passing mad traffic and the most motorbikes I’ve ever seen.
Checked into our hotel which like most country’s we’ve been to is top class surrounded by extreme (hate that word) poverty. I spot the pool and jump inn and did 100 laps in half hour. Im in my room writing this and daint said he’s having an hours kip aka a top class Cambodian wank knowing him.
I went to change some money and came back to the hotel for an hours sleep which was more than welcome, I woke up and met everyone downstairs to go for food. Had a few beers outside our hotel then went to a thai/Cambodian restaurant and the food was just amazing. I ordered 3 different meals as I need fattening up after my 10 day party in Ibiza, I’ve lost 2 stone over the last 4 weeks and I look like im about to evaporate so those 3 meals went down my neck like a shot.
After food we went to a bar opposite our hotel and as we walked in we were greeted with a screech of Cambodian women all at the same time going “aaaaarrrrrrrrrr hello hello welcome welcome” picture it in your minds but in a thai/Cambodian accent, hilarious. We settled inn and went upstairs for a game of pool and before I could fart the girls were setting the balls up and chalking my cue, hows that for service????? But at the same time in the back of my head I was thinking “are these hookers?”. They weren’t but there’s plenty all over this island and it’s full of sex tourists.
11pm came and I was smashed and kept toying with my mind “do I go home as we have to be up at 6am in the morning? Do I stay and dribble to my room?” put it this way, I ended up staying and dancing on the bar putting my own tunes on whilst everyone slowly but surely started leaving. In the end the usuall was left, me and daint along with our new body guard and medic steve who has done 21 years in the SAS and is hard as fuck and a top Scotsman who stayed with us getting smashed till 3am.

Tuesday 12/08/08

Wake at 7am with a phone call from the crew as I slept through my alarm and felt like death warmed up. Yep, all that went through my mind was “why do I do it” but there was no point in crying now I had a job to do. Jumped in the van and realised daint felt like shit too and steve captain SAS still hadn’t gone to bed, proper S.W.Y.D’ing he was. We arrived at the ferry port to get to this island we were filming on and when we reached the other side I realised I was to be driving me and daint in a jeep that resembled that of M.A.S.H stoked, although daints face resembled that of a scared child as he knew I was driving. Drove the jeep through all these crazy little villages with land as flat as a pancake on shrove Tuesday and arrived at our first destination which had a new huge Buddhist temple which was re built as it was bombed in the war in 1973. Before filming we had to go and light some incense and pray with the locals. Im an atheist but if there were a religion I’d follow it would be Buddhism. We walked inn with our lit insence took our shoes off and sat there and prayed whilst some of the best music was being played by some of the Buddhists on crazy instruments they had made, so peacefull and just so amazing just one of the great perks of travelling to such a wicked country full of happy, peaceful smiling people. Those peaceful smiling people were soon to be horrified by what we were about to get up too. I cant say what happened next as you’ll have to watch the show but put it this way it was a mixture of fun and wrongness. After the night before and with a stinking hangover with what seemed like 90% humidity I felt like I was about to die.
We finished filming and jumped back into our jeep for the wicked drive back to the ferry again. I put my seat back and enjoyed the ride stuck in 2nd gear as I couldn’t find 3rd, the rd’s are so bumpy you don’t need 3rd anyway so I was ok.
Jumped on the boat and me and daint went back to the hotel for lunch so we could have a chill and be in some air con for an hour. I ordered a curry (again) ate it and chilled whilst watching the Olympics.
The driver came to pick us up and we went to the port and jumped on a boat ride down the mikon river which was amazing and did more filming then got to land and I went for a 90 min foot massage. I enjoyed it so much I fell asleep snoring my head off and woke to find 3 more people next to me. All I could think was “I hope I didn’t have a raging bonner” in my sleep with all these people around. Daint had a 90 min thai massage so when we finished we were relaxed and got ready for another night on the tiles.
Call time in the hotel lobby was 8pm then we headed to the world famous FCC restaurant which is adorned with amazing photo’s of the war lovely décor and once again some top class food. I’ll miss this place for it’s food it really is amazing. 2 mohitos later and we headed to bar dv8 again as we had such a good time the night before. Once again we were welcomed with the with the usuall aaaaaaaahhhhhhh from the girls and we sat down and got stuck into our jack and coke’s. 10 drinks later and im back dancing on the bar to our very own dj and cameraman sam haha he whacked out the tunes whilst me and steve (bodyguard, medic) had tops off raving our heads off and almost getting our heads chopped off from the fans coming out of the ceiling. The other cameraman martin roach had our photo cameras and had the job of clicking away. At the end of the night i realised we polished off 3 bottles of jack between us. I don’t think they’d blink an eyelid if you were pissing off the bar onto someone’s head or smashing the odd pint glass on the bosses head they love it.

Wednesday 13/08/08

Woke up feeling like oliver reed/panch/alex Higgins at 7.30am ready for another days filming. Once again it’s bloody hot but (just interrupting you for a bit because as im writing this a pigeon is staring at me inches away in the window. Don’t know what he wants but he aint coming inn) at least the sun’s out today so it wont be as humid.
Basically once again I cant go on about what we got up too this morning but it was horrible. It involved putting something into my mouth and swallowing it (and no, before you say it it wasn’t daintons spunk hahahaha) which led to us going off and taking on our next scene.
At hotel room now waiting for my room service food which is again a chicken curry.
Went to a hostel up the road to do some more filming and I find out were staying here too. The hostel is called ‘the pickled parrot’ and it’s a really good place. It’s your typical Australian hostel (run by a guy from perth) and the walls are pasted with ozy memorabilia. The food is good and the waitresses are even better. We go upstairs to one of the rooms for filming and what happened in the 2 hours we were there filming was some of the funniest shit me and daint have done. We didn’t stop laughing/giggling for ages and just had a proper fuck around. You know when someone just say’s the littlest things and you just loose it laughing????? Well, it was like that.
As per usual, filming done so we had some beers, food, massage, jack and coke, change bar come inn smashed at 2am. I went to bed and left daint downstairs with one camera man (martin roach) and the director (jim hickey) and I should have guessed there was something going on but I didn’t so I fell asleep only to be woken up with daint in my face grinning and camera along with it’s light on above him. I thought “am I dreaming?” no I fucking wasn’t the work of daint was being done on me there and then and I freaked out and went nuts whilst he and the others found it highly amusing. Watch the show for evidence.

Thursday 14/08/08

Before I go into what happened today let me tell you what I think of Cambodia.
Basically this place is just amazing, at the moment it’s the monsoon season but we’ve been fine in the days and it pisses down at night for about 2 hours. When it rains here it fucking pisses down, it’s like standing under the Niagara falls.
The people here are the nicest people in the world just like the thai’s very happy, always smiling, can never do enough for you, just all round nice people and you never once feel threatened by them and just to think it’s a third world country and most of the people have nothing really. No playstations or Xboxes flash tv’s and houses, the kids are happy with the smallest of things, brilliant. It makes you think how lucky we are back home and how much we moan about the stupidest of things. The state on our country and some of the idiots and chavs we have with no respect for anyone, walk our streets getting away with murder with with the worst manners is embarrassing. Manners and respect go a long way and it’s in abundance out here and I love it.
Transport is cheap and so is the beer. The traffic is nuts, remember the game ‘frogger’ (for those who were in my generation hahaha) well it’s like playing frogger walking across the road. If you can picture yourself looking over an ant colony then that’s what the traffics like. There are massage shops every 5 yards and a 1 hour thai massage is only £4. You could pay for 10 hours and you could sleep there whilst being massaged and it would still be cheaper than back home. The markets here are amazing and huge and you can get anything from the bizarre to the normal. Certain places have a bit of a pong hovering around but that’s not too bad, just switch your nose off.
Take it from me, if you can take the time to come over here you wont be let down. The whole of south asia is brilliant. Right im gonna stop now before I end up sounding like Judith challmers.

Woke up a bit later today at 9am and we went to this apartment to film the title sequence for the show. We turned up and it resembled that of a proper high budget movie, light’s, camera, action. Me and daint had to do a bit of acting which was fun and we really enjoyed it. After we were done I just looked back on what we did and im so exited to see the outcome of it.
Hi everyone Pritchard calling in his pissed up state. Just got inn from another night on the tiles in Cambodia and what a winner it was. Acquainted a few bars then ended up in our local the dv8 with steve and rocked the place once again. Dancing on the bar and dj’ing all night. We had a comp who could play the worst song so I played spice girls ‘2 become 1’ which everyone apart from the girls hated then followed it up with the village people ‘YMCA’ which I actually like but steve shouted at me “you’re a gay” hahhahaha . he played another bad tune which I cant remember now but it was shit then I finished it off with a ub40 tune ‘red red wine’ hahaha now that is shit. After our little comp we went into some ‘energy 52 café del mar’ which not only got everyone rocking but reminded me of Ibiza memories and just for a minute I pretended I was in Ibiza but as soon as I opened my eye’s I saw ladyboys hahahahaha. South Africa on sat then im back to the island where only the devil is allowed, IBIZA. Oh yes yes yes yes and im staying in a house full of lapdancers this time with a welsh boy I met over there last time from mountain ash garreg and troy who’s an English cunt (hahaha only kidding) but has looked after me.
Me daint and steve went out for another night of LTD living the dream and started with some food at the pickled parrot and some jack and coke’s then went to the bunny bar and headed to dv8 again and did our usual, got smashed danced on the bar etc etc. got inn at 3am and passed out.

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pritchard's blog part 2

hello everyone, as I promised the other day to keep up with my blog here you go.


Mexico seems so long ago when I last did my blog as so much stuff has happend. Mexico was really good and I enjoyed it very much apart from the food. Don’t get me wrong some of the stuff is nice but a lot of it is not up my street and it gave me bad heartburn. Im a real fussy fucker when it comes to food and I always strive to eat proper healthy stuff being a chef myself.
Daint and me have got ourselves a Volkswagen Beatle to drive round inn so we head up into the mountains in it to do some filming involving wasps and a nakedness. As we drive up the re the heavens opened up big time so much so there were rivers flowing through the streets it was nuts. We complain about the rain back home but when it fucking rains here it rains. We make it through the weather and the crazy drivers and it to the jungle in one piece. We spend all day filming then went out for some food and beers later on in the night. Tomorrow we've got an early start as we've got a 6-hour drive to the remote village on the top of a mountain.
Wake up early and jump into the mini bus for our long drive through some of the best roads I’ve seen. One min your in the hustle and bustle of Oaxaca next your in the desert and then were on the edge of a mountain god knows how many thousands of foot up with a similar size drop and mud slides everywhere. To say it was a bit sketchy is an understatement. We arrive at our hotel and eat food and chill while the crew goes in search of the shaman we were to spend the night with and me and daint sun bathed watching the world go by. Night time falls and we head up into a little village where our shaman lives and I have a funny feeling this is going to be on of the maddest but special experiences of my life. The Beatles, jimmy Hendricks and magic Johnson have been up here and done what were about to do (cant tell you too much more as you'll have to wait till it's shown on our screens) and I cant wait.
This morning my mind is all over the place after last night and only gets very little sleep and the thought of that 6-hour drive back to Oaxaca is not very appealing at all. Can you imaging feeling the way I did and then being confronted by a load of military guards all with machine guns pulling us over in on the edge of a mountain to search us????????? Yep I shit it in my mind but obviously played the cool dude so they wouldn’t suspect anything, saying that it was most prob written all over my face. The drive wasn’t that bad in the end and we arrived back in Oaxaca safe and sound. We had a quick shower and headed to the rodeo bullring to have some fun with the cowboys. A load of people turned up and it was like our version of going to the rugby or football. We ended up dressed as clowns getting pissed right up on mescal (their local brew and very potent) with the cowboys and they took us to their local bar for more. I really enjoyed the night and they were all good company and up for a right laugh.
I’ve all of a sudden got this thing for beads (ones you wear round your neck etc) and Mexico is full of them so I went on a mission to buy a load of them to find myself very disappointed as all the dye on the buggers ran all over my clothes and skin and whenever they came into contact with water they just dissolved. Rip off. I was determined to find myself some decent ones though which I did.
Today were on our way to Acapulco to get loco with some wrestlers which im looking forward too. We were up at 4am to catch our plane and we arrived in paradise. I didn’t know too much about Acapulco but when we arrived I was greeted by shit loads of bar's and god knows how many clubs, my kind of place, then I was told by our director (Jim hickey) we were only going to be here 12 hours and we were going to the Philippines. The words GUTTED entered my mind straight away. We get to our hotel complete with swimming pool and holidaymakers and I head down for a few pre gig beers with the crew racking my mind whether to go out after the wrestling and just rock'n'roll it and go partying with no sleep and then jump onto my flight to the Philippines. We go to the nacho Libra event that was totally amazing and I get very feverish and ill. 2 paracetemols later and in a blanket shivering and sweating I realize I aint going partying but straight to bed. I wake in my own sweat at 4am for our flight feeling much better if not a little weak with the horror in my mind to our 4 flight's and 30 hr journey to manila in the Philippines via Oaxaca, Mexico city, la, Japan then to manila whilst passing the date line, jetlag here we fucking go. To cut a long starry short I jumped on every plane smacked some sleeping tablets and booze down my neck and forgot about it all. We had a bit of a stay in Japan airport and were instantly impressed with their efficiency and that they still have smoking rooms. When I say smoking rooms these buggers look like vip rooms for smokers complete with nice lighting, lighters, nice seats etc then I go for a plop in the toilet and the bloody thing wiped my arse for me hahaha I love Japan. I went on a mad shopping spree in the airport too.
Arrive in manila feeling like a smelly tramp with a sweaty gooch that resembled that of a fat man's and met our fixer (inky) and headed to a much needed 5 star hotel. We arrive at the hotel and im fucking smiling like Pete Doherty looking at a black bag full of crack. Yep the hotel is amazing so I headed straight upstairs for a shower and straight to our hotel bar for a beer. Everyone comes down one by one all full of smiles and full of beans ready for a night out in manila. We jump into our taxi and arrive at LA bar with people in the street whacking Viagra into your face along with condoms and all screaming for money (reality check) then we get into the bar and BANG straight away women all over us and all I hear all night from them is "you have nice tattoo, how long it take, nice tattoo, nice tattoo" this I find after spending a week here is what I was to hear every min of the day (laughter). Because we knew we had a day off the next day we got fucking trollied and played pool all night getting our arse's kicked by women (their very good at pool over here).
I wake today at 10am feeling not too bad considering and went straight to the hotel pool to catch some sun. I’ve been away from my training schedule now for a long time so when I heard they had a gym I spent an hour and a half working out, 100 lengths of the pool a jog and a bike ride. In the afternoon we all decided to go for a wander around manila which was very eye opening, the extreme poverty was just horrible to see with kids as young as 5 running across roads begging for money, people sleeping in gutters etc then there's us living it up in a 5 star hotel. It makes you think and we don’t realize how lucky we are. I hate karaoke with a passion and that’s the next bar we we were heading for. Everyone sang their song then they picked 'let it be' by the Beatles for me, after a bit of persuasion I got up and sang then ended up singing green green grass of home by tom Jones haha. I was fucking smashed by the time we left and then went back to LA bar and then got my head down.
I woke up feeling like road kill and headed down for filming which was spent in the market doing the most disgusting stuff. Such an impressive market though with so much choice.
Stayed inn tonight had some food and put my head down. Woke at 6am and went to the hotel pool for 2 hours and then went for a jog along the coast in searing heat then joined Sam (cameraman) in the pool for stupid swimming comps.
We hooked up with a gang called 'herin baker' today who were wielding huge machete's, once again I cant tell you what happened with them but put it this way it's the worst pain I’ve ever witnessed and again an experience I’ll never forget.
Today were leaving our hotel to go into the jungle in subic (the largest U.S military base), which will take 3 hours in our mini bus. After leaving the hustle and bustle of manila we hit the motorway traveling past hundreds of paddy fields full of rice with a sunset to die for it was amazing. I was listening to Elton johns 'don’t let the sun go down on me' at the time what a coincidence. we arrived at subic and the place is so westernized and full of restaurants bars, clubs etc it's a proper holiday place this and I spot a casino yeh haaaaaa i know what im doing tonight. After a typical dainton winding Pritchard up big time event in our hotel room I leave with 2 huge lumps on my head with all the boys to the casino, Pritchard is in his element. Grab a beer and sat at the black jack table and before I know it im at the cash point. It was a good night with all of us round one table laughing, winning, loosing and getting pissed. I walk out loosing 15,000 keeping in mind that's Pilipino money, which is £150 in our money. Daint got me a katsu curry and we went back to our room ate our food and slept.
Went to a sort of zoo today and as soon as we arrived i saw the sign 'SPIDER WORLD' and instantly thought the worst, I had a look round in there to see what king of spiders I was about to witness as we were off to the water jungle in the afternoon. Im scared, very scared. We arrived into the jungle and made our way down in this hot humid weather with my eye's peeled to every moving thing and then all of a sudden I realized I was inches from walking into the biggest web with a huge spider on it arrrrgggh. That was it I was on tender hooks and like a screaming woman with daint capitalizing on it big time. What was meant to be a half hour walk turned into a 2 hour one? We arrived and met our guide johhny who showed us how to make a fire out of bamboo which he couldn’t do and me and daint did hahaha it was so satisfying, I cant explain. I felt like ray mears and bear grills in one. I was so tired after our days in the water jungle I fell asleep at 8.30pm and got woken up by daint fucking with me in my sleep at 2am, cant. We leave at 7am for our privately hired plane which I wasn’t looking forward too as I hate flying in big planes let alone small fuckers full of our luggage and equipment. We arrived in bunawy an hour later and headed up to the top off the mountain again to meet the bunawy tribe who are known for their partying and fun games involving steep hills and speed. Had lunch with them then spent the night with them getting to know their way of life, which was right up my street (once again, all will be reviled when the show hits our screens)?
Wake up early again at 6am and jump back on our chartered flight to manila. Im now back at our 5 star hotels about to go for a massage with daint and our medic/body guard murph. A bit more filming today then it's a WRAP for our first 3-week mission of our perfect trip. We fly out tonight at 12.30am for 5 flights’, which will take us to IBIZA for our first PRITCHARD VS DAINTON gig in es paradise on Tuesday night. YES YES YES IBIZA HERE WE COME, BRING ON THE MADDNES AND BRING ON MY SKY PLUS AND MY OWN BED. I get home on Thursday then next gig is at the cotton club on Sunday in Newport. Chow for now people. S.W.Y.D Pritchard.

subic has internet i have jet lag

after rushing out yesterday thinking i was taking a plane ride i found myself instead rushing across the city to meet up with a gang of knife dudes with big sharp knifes in the back streets, cant say anymore about what happened as mtv will roast my ass but below is a bunch of pics i took in between filming and traveling to subic, subic is not in any kind of water jungle area as i first thought and is more a holiday resort packed with casinos and also a massive navel base the U.S built after world war two. casinos = pritch losing his money pretty soon and did the rest of us so we headed back to the hotel to eat are chicken katsu currys and to try and get a good nights sleep for the first time in 3 weeks

pritch should be updating this blog with his side of this weeks story today

enjoy the pics
daint...

ps i got hit about a fair bit yesterday and stuffed with bits of metal from the sky so if my blogs a little wonkey thats why

pics, back street kids, bus life and a pic of the volcanic mountains subic

pritch here just checking inn

right then where do I start.
into our third week and I'm feeling it big time.
so so many stories and adventures to talk about so while I'm in the jungle I'll update my blog for you all.
I've had a day off and chilled in a 5 star hotel for 3 days so I should have updated my blog but oh no I went straight on the piss.
check on sunday and I'll have it all up for you. Rock'n'roll toodle pip. Pritchatron

pan pacific burgers

off up to the north of the phillippines today, doubt their will be any internet so i'll update sunday when i get back down south.

pritchard spun out last night when he woke up sat in his chair in his hotel room with a half sent text that went something like this, whats happening brad its im smashed againgggdsoi fgfffffffsdfddddddfji jijjjj, hahaha, id told him the night before id fallen asleep texting and woke up with the hotel door knocking the phone ringing with room service out side with a pan pacific burger waiting for me with a half sent text like the one he wrote above, the two of us had done exactly the same thing on different nights hahaha but pritch spun out because he knew id done it the night before but now he thought the shamen ladie had done some kind of head magic on him and turned him into me? haahahahahah what a mess, anyways i gotta shoot for now as im being called to get my ass to the airport

until sunday
daint...

pritch on the hotel roof last night before the thunder storm

manila

30 hours later out of mexico and we are in the phillippines , id say every place so fars has been an eye opener and now in manila i feel like my eyes have popped out.

after landing in manila last night we took a cab to a bar called L.A bar, my first experience of this place goes like this, as i stepped out of the cab a girl hit me over the head with a rose while some dude tried to push a box of viagra in my mouth and that was only getting out of the cab and into the bar.

today experience was a little more gnar, after a brief walk down the street id already seen enough to want to hide in the hotel, a kid about 5 years old tried to pik pocket me while a gang of his little mates jumped pritchard, insane!!!, next we hit up a massage place and got straightend out and then headed for dinner which came on a banana leaf and looked like the insides of a lamas ass, im currently waiting to turn green and inside out.

my dinner plate


im laughing about todays happenings as im safley locked away inside the hotel which has armed securety on the door with metal detector scanners like heathrow airport, will try getting pritchard to get more up on here today or tomorrow before we leave for the north of manila

heres some more pics from brazil and mexico

heres a pic of fernando are brazilian fixer and myself after brazilian moonshine



view from the ghetto of paradise


the favela we stayed at in bravil


happy kids pre machine gun warning


pritchard's new friend


mexico photos

my holly trinity, pepto saved me from hell


mexican mountain


i liked this part of the roads out in the meican desert but fuck the mountain shit, crosses everywhere R.I.P


thats are beatle we had to drive around mexico in, sams the guy filming who ive got a bet with that theirs under floor heating around the pool area at are hotel in manila, does that sound stupid to you, under floor heating at the pool area in a county thats 30 degrees and over all year long?, anyways the bets on and im off to ask at reception after ive finished up here


rodeo clown

pritchards blog

ladys and gentelmen boys and girls welcome to my first blog of mine and daints perfect trip world tour.

well well well where do i start as so much has happend so far already. leaving my house to go on this trip i was so exited, like a kid in a sweet shop and smiling like a cheshire cat. i've been away on many a filming trip with daint over the years but i had a gut feeling this was gonna be the one. first stop brazil. i've always wanted to go to rio in brazil and now was my chance and it didnt let me down. a 10 hour plane trip went very quick with the quality sleeping tablets i was given by one of the camera men. before i knew it i was in our organised mini bus heading into the ghetto of rio passing all the world famous sights like jesus on top of the mountain and copacabana beach. we meet up with our fixer (fernando) and eat lunch then he takes us to our living quarters smack bang in the favela (ghetto) staying at someone else house whilst their away. to say i was majorly shitting my knickers is an understatment esspecially when a dude came walking passed me with a gun in his hand. i ran straight into our room and told daint what i just saw and the 2 of us sat in silence haha. our guide in the favela was a guy called tabacco who was absolutly needed at all times or we would have been shot and robbed within muinites. being in the favelas is nuts as it's most prob the only place in the world where the poor have the best views and the rich the shittest. we made the most of these views and went straight to the top and blew a load of this snuff up our noses which knocked us for six and tasted like plop.
one day we were walking through the favelas and daint was taking photos and this dude approached us and took a massive machine gun out of his trousers demanding he saw the photos to make sure he wasnt in them and at the same time ignoring tabacco, i really thought it was game over. we went on the piss in the favelas one night and it was ace, proper drinking in a proper nasty area but this time for some reason i felt safe, i dont know if it was the booze but it was a great experience getting twatted with the locals on pure cachasa surrounded by more guns than the u.s army have in iraq.
leaving the favelas to go to a hippy commune 5 hours away in the water jungle was a welcome feeling. the traffic was terrible but the junk food from the services was great and the mini bus was full of booze so happy days. i also saw my first huge spider which sent shivers down my backside, all i could think about was how big they were gonna be in the water jungle. daint spun out on the way up in the van slowly followed by myself. i dont know why this was happening but i was tripping my head off as i was going up the mountain i thought someone had spiked my drink but it must have just been the altitude. we arrived at the commune which was run by our fixers mother at 12.30am and were shown to our rooms and then we had some food which was all grown on their land and tasty as fuck. hardly anything is bought into this place and is all made by themselfs even the bloody butter. all this shit tasteless food we have from our supermarkets back home is horrible but for a few days only we were gonna be spoilt with fruit which tastes of fruit and vegetables which taste of veg and a chef who knows how to mix his flavours and cook proper food, great. this place is heaven in my eye's which is why i've started growing my own back home.
me and daint go to our room and i check my bed for spiders and a huge one went climbing up the wall from my bed and i started screaming to daint's amusment and almost refused to sleep in the room. i settled and eventually fell asleep. i woke in the morning and was greated by some of the best views and land full of flowers, fruite, veg, IOWASKA (more on that later) etc and went for a walk to see what they had growing. they had a plunge pool there too and next to it a sauna and an indoor swimming pool. after my walk i sat down for breakfast and made the most of their fresh produce including milk straight from the cows knockers. the frog shamen turned up compleate with green jeans (very apt) and his tools of the trade and his job was to get me and daint off our tits on frog poison. myself and daint got frogged up and waited for the effects to kick inn, it totally calmed the normally hectic psychopathic mind of daint but i felt ripped off as it just made me have a massive shit.
today is iowaska day for me and i wake with my mind rushing of thoughts of what this drug is going to do to me. i feel exitment, nerves and god knows what but i was deffenatly looking forward to it. this drug (a tree vine) has changed peoples lives for the better, they give it to people who are suffering from depression, drug addicts etc. the iowaska shamen turned up and we got ready for the ceremony which was going to be round a big fire. she gave me a cup full of this stuff and it tasted like shit. an hour went passed and i still didnt feel a thing and began thinking it was a load of bolloks then she gave me another cup of it then i was greeted with a guy dressed as a tree (yep thats right you heard right, a grown man dressed as a tree shouting nonsence at me) and blew this snuff up my nose and then BANG off i went into another world tripping my knackers off haha. the trip was really good and very peacefull and very psychodelic then i snapped out of it and thought it was the end, how wrong was i. an hour later i went into the next faze and really started tripping but this time not as enjoyable. i was lying on my bed whilst daint was packing his bags ready to go back to rio and all i could hear was a tune being made out of his bag zip being done up all the time and the room caving inn on me. all the crew and daint went for food whilst i stayed lying in my bed tripping my nut off and trying my best not to loose it. daint came back into the room and i had to get my arse off the bed and into the mini bus for the 5 hour journey to rio, to say i didnt want to get up is an understatment but i managed it. driving through the water jungle at night was quite peacefull as all the trees looked wicked then the next part of the trip hit me. all my memories from years ago started flooding through my mind (all good ones) then i started looking into the future and saw so many good things and i just lay there in the front seat with sick bags and tissues just incase i felt sick but all i could do was smile. all in all the trip was really good and i'd deffenatly do it again.
got to rio feeling almost normall and went to my hotel room and slept. i woke the next morning feeling fine, opened the curtains to a lovely sunny day over looking copacabana beach, brilliant. had breaky with daint on the roof of our hotel and went to do some more filming by the beach as the rio marathon was going on then chilled on the beach catching some sun and sipping on my fresh coconut juice. jim the director came down to the beach as we needed to film one more thing to finish episode one and then he shouted "it's a wrap" so me and daint jumped in the sea to celebrate.
we went back to the hotel room and packed our bags and off we went to the airport to make our way to mexico to film episode 2. 3 flight's 2 sleeping pills and 25 hours later we arrived in oaxaca mexico met up with our fixer (marion) and we drove to our hotel taking inn all the sight's, the place looks like something out of a cowboy and western movie. we went for lunch then did a bit of shopping which i love in mexico as they have all the cowboy gear i love out here. showered up and went to a local bar and got shitfaced.
woke this morning had breaky and headed out into the forest for some filming with wasps (dont ask) then came back to the local bar to do some filming with very hot chillies which killed the 2 of us but got some really good funny footage. as i write this im about to go in the shower in hit up the local bar again for a right knees up. viva las oaxaca.

4 flights, 30 hours, manila

just landed back into mexico city and now waiting for another connecting flight into L.A, only 3 more flights to manila

theirs been no internet for pretty much the whole trip hence the lack of updates, we have a day off this week so ill upload a ton of pics and pritchards blog

mexico flash backs


military police, machine guns, searched, drugs, shamen, shit hitting my pants yet again

daint...

Iphone update

After tasting what the Brazilian ghettos had to offer we headed out to the jungle for 3 nights, I was already at breaking point by day 2 and hatching a plan to escape brazil, I've seen some shit in my time but this place takes the piss, luckily the comune out in the jungle calmed me down. We spent 3 days like a bunch of hippys and living of the land, I'd go more into detail but id be giving away the secrets of the new show.

Roll on Mexico

ps, I've got a few vidoe clips to upload as soon as we hit an Internet cafe up.

machine guns

after only staying 1 night in a brazilian favela (the ghetto) pritchard and myself have seen enough, this mornings gun count was up to 4 gloks and a sawn off and that was before 9am, i ran into trouble taking a photo, i got taken to one side by a dude with a gun and interorgated why i was taking pics, he checked my camera to see if he was in shot and luckily let me go, i was to hung over to take in what was going on but by 12 after a gang walked right passed me with a machine gun pointing right at my nose the realitiy of where i was kicked in, ive never been so spooked out, even though we had paid protection anything can happen up their, we leave now for the amazon so this will be my last post for a few days until we get back

catch you soon
daint...

a photo of what looks like something the gangs torture their mates with for laughs and a view from the ghetto where we have been stayed

tomato gate

these chickens are pecking around dog shit

after a few beers at the airport a selfish purchis of a pair of bright white raybands (im sure pritch will say i look uber bent in) and more beers we checked on to to an air france flight to rio (brazil), happy booze heads wier soon to fade away sat on the french tarmac though as an hour delay began as the plane was short of shit roll, an hour waiting for shit roll?, time passed shit wipe arrived and we took off. now normally flight can be piss boaring but not this one as pritch help time pass while completely tweaked out over his too salty chicken, cold vegitable cake thing? and glass of sour tomato juice, i love it when he spits his dummy out, it helped pass 1 hour of 11 during the flight. another hour was spent covering my tracks, during the night in my sleep something made me jump making hit the full glass of thick tomato juice up in the air and then all over myself and a random dude sat next to me who sleeping, the guy looked like hed been hacked to death lying their out of it covered in red juice, being this fucking dumb dont come easy, i had to get up and basicly shower in the plane toilet to get the shit off me while the randome dude was still sleeping covered in the shit, i basically got every bit of me wiped my seat clean to cover my trail and passed back out, a while later i woke to find an empty seat where tomato dude was kiping, he must of woke up and thought hed gone mad with a tomato gun, to ad to my uncomfortable situation somehow id managed to bust my head phones through the night so i took his while he was asleeping in his tomato suit, but know hes awake freaking about the place looking for his headphone i know have on my head watching kids cartoons. fuck what a mess and how stoked i was to get the fuck on the ground and to rio which i will end this blog by saying the place looks like fucking wales at the moment as its piss wet foggy and im stuck in some dodgy as ghetto where are filming jurney will start

wish me luck, theirs kids with ak's and gloks outside are hostle


ps sorry for the shit spelling and grammer, the kids outside are freaking me out

hold tight the pvsd world tour starts here today

we fly out to brazil tonight, im not sure if i can add photos to this blog straight from my iphone but as soon as i get a connection through my laptop i will be posting up on this blog whats been going down, porno paul now has full control of killcity until i get back and will also be posting up on this blog

until brazil
daint...


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