Published on April 2nd, 2019 | by Boris
IMAGES BY NICK EDARDS / HALF LIGHT PHOTOGRAPHIC A ride on a new Honda Goldwing should not, by any objective expectation, become a savage, rain-lashed, corner-carving, fiend-fest. But mine did. It began prosaically enough, as these... Read More →
Published on March 31st, 2019 | by Boris
In which our hero recounts some of the many conversations he has had with well-meaning chieftains, champions, and low-panted busy-bodies he has encountered in his travels. He has made selfless efforts to shine the light of... Read More →
Published on March 31st, 2019 | by Boris
Dear George, Oh God, why did it have to be like this? I could have just left with Dani and had sex with miniature supermodels. Instead I stayed. And I can hear that over-eyebrowed Dall’Igna bastard... Read More →
Published on March 20th, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Gigi, I did not ever want to communicate with you again, and to say the truth, it is hard to even see you down there from up on my throne as the Respola Suprema. But... Read More →
Published on March 19th, 2019 | by Boris
In which our hero injects the Niken into a pool of masculinity so honourable it can only be viewed from afar by those who have not been to war. He then takes the Niken proper touring... Read More →
Published on March 15th, 2019 | by Boris
IMAGES OF THE STREET TWIN BY NICK EDARDS / HALF LIGHT PHOTOGRAPHIC IMAGES OF THE STREET SCRAMBLER BY ME BECAUSE NICK WAS OFF SOMEWHERE Clearly, the instructions issued by the magnificent John Bloor to his Triumph... Read More →
Published on March 13th, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Alberto, I give thanks to the Holy Mother you are an Eskimo! You know the fish. Your tribe eats the fish after the polar bear leaves them in his kaka for you. It is... Read More →
Published on March 6th, 2019 | by Boris
Dear Alberto, OK, so I have come again to this desert in Kataristan. The stench of the camels is giving me the eczema. Also the odour makes burning in my teeth. When the wind is wrong,... Read More →
Published on March 5th, 2019 | by Boris
In which our hero finds himself in the company of youth; vile, virile and feral. But also with eyes that plead. And our hero is many things, but he is not without some feeling and empathy... Read More →
Published on February 20th, 2019 | by Boris
I have a confession to make. In almost every image you have ever seen of me reviewing a bike, if it’s been cold, I have been wearing this vest underneath my jacket. It all began about... Read More →
