Archive for the ‘STREET MEAT’ Category



Scott Thompson 


Benn Goodall 





Jamieson Vs The Arial Bombardment



Full pole jam extract from Cookie’s WEARSIDE WINTER 14/15 Edit

Filmed & Edited by DCHUM

While In The Streets…..


FlatsFlats ONE

Flats 2Flats TWO: Damn Right It’s OUT OF ORDER

TEETHMilk, check. Bread, check. Eggs, check. Dentures………………….


jammerWe’re jammin’, jammin’,
And I hope you like jammin’, too.

freemasonPHOENIX LODGE SUNDERLAND A Grade I listed building with the longest continuous usage of a Masonic meeting place in the world.


chester-le-STREET Rapscallions


Fletcher – Howgate – Thompson – Mckie

Plight Of The Flying 90


Plight Of The Flying 90 unknown parasites – Spotted in a state of disrepair on a wet Newcastle street –



Music: The Fall – U.S 80’s – 90’s

When a new Greaves edit hits the internet you know the resulting video will be a break from the norm offering the eyes a fine array of ghetto set ups and backwards wizardry and this latest upload is no different. I particularly enjoyed the skip rider run, The Seesaw B’s, The Manny up to backwards nose, The tab butt at 03:05, The thumbnail metal rider, the hard way to backwards X and the fakie banger. I remember filming the OTB at at 0:35 seconds and the end result is the MEAT PAW that awaits you below……….. BRUTAL!

MEAT PAW Sunderland BMXSunderland 1 The Greaves O

Wedding GHOSTS


Savage Henry & Eddie Curtins

Bloom In The Street (1921)



TITUSUnknown Bramble…….. The Gunners Library!

Speak No EvilSpeak NO evil

Bloom In The StreetJames Joyce – Ulysses (1922)

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

King Richard III


King Richard III

King Richard III

Street MEAT


Three Men, One Bmx, Four Pegs, No Brakes, Copious Amounts Of Booze & Shit Sarnie On New Years Eve!

“Souter if we fall off it’s garna be bad this ya nar”

“This ones for me dead homies”

Someone kicked is in the throat

“Look at that Irn-Bru”

“you know what it is, that’s what i knew was garna happen!”

“I would have made that corner if it wasn’t for D”

I was ready to jump off the back until we went our the bars

“when we went past that car i though we were in manual”

“I’m surprised we are actually canny good”

“It won’t stop recording” “I coz we went about 60 fucking mph”

The blood is on your handsThe Blood is on your hands

The Chicken Thief


To Mr Hendry, for reasons that need not be explained here.

Peggless Intoxication


No Pegs – Jimmy Nail – Alcohol intoxication – Nose Dive – BAD TIMES

 – And Get WELL Soon BILLY LAD –

Saveloy Madness


No bun for your SAVELOY? no problem, stick it in a large YORKSHIRE P!

Street Meat


Derby Day Sustenance


 – Pork Pie Perfection

Reduced Pork Pie, £2.55 Down To A staggering £1.28……… Bargain

No cutting utensils? no problem! quick thinking from the Wynn solved any problems we might have had here…. it goes to show a Sunderland season ticket not only allows you to enter the land of light it also transforms into a perfect room temperature pork pie slicer!

138 Gibbons Butchers Sunderland


 – We are 138 – 

Do you think we’re robot clean
Does this face look almost mean
Is it time to be an android not a man

Whiskey & Swine


 I recall being awoken from a strange nightmare, dazed and confused it left me shook to the core of my very existence as a tale of real terror had been playing out within the space between my human skull. If i remember correctly that tale goes something like this, I was lurking around in the murky darkness of a black forest when a voice sounded out from the distance “FLESH, I DEMAND MY BLOODY FLESH” this was repeated over and over again getting louder with each outing. As the voice drew closer my mind began to wonder Then suddenly the old withered tree’s standing directly behind me began to creak it almost sounded like the groan of a classic 80’s zombie, as i turned to confront this night caller i found myself standing face to skull with around seven or eight complete walking pig skeletons.

These strange death swine’s stopped around 3 1/2 human foot steps away from me where the remained motionless untill the closest of the pack which i gathered to be “THE SWINE KING” raised its skull now looking me straight in the eye and repeated, “FLESH,I DEMAND MY BLOODY FLESH” i could see this pigs entire dental formula which rendered me speechless which in turn allowed my brain to pick at this strange situation i found myself in and try to work out the meaning of it. Within the dream i had gotten it into my head that like the old advert that once played out on tv where the cows wanted their milk back, some how these pigs of my imagination demanded back every last piece of pork i had ever consumed, as if it were their last bid to be whole again, a pig in its natural form as without its flesh and organs it’s just another victim of time, a piece of non-edible history.

Back to the part where i had just awoken from the Terrible Dream.

I decided to have a shot of room temperature whiskey to calm my nerves, upon knocking back this medicine i started to feel quite strange. I reached across the room for my camera to quash these bizarre thoughts i was having, Because of the dream, i had come to the conclusion that the flesh that was wrapped around my skull had vanished, disintegrated, ceased to be, leaving behind a human face in its barest form. I took a photo and without looking at the outcome placed my camera back on its perch then turned and went back sleep. (Sleep: a condition of body and mind such as that which typically recurs for several hours every night, in which the nervous system is inactive.)

Below is the photo that was taken from the night in question.

– Beware Savage Henry –

Arnold Pizzas: Sunderland


 – “GET TO THE PIZZA SHOP!” – Arnolds Pizzaria

3 Larkfield Crescent, Shiney Row, Houghton Le Spring, DH4 4PE

Mouth Melt Down!


When you visit the twisted world of Florian Mews and you’re presented with a plate of finely cut pork pie’s with a strange orange substance lurking on the side my advise would be, stay clear of this devil’s sauce and what ever you do, do not sample what it has to offer! If you know what is good for you’ll stick to your dry standard pork pie!

At least the beastly juices didn’t have the same kick as BIO HAZARD!