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I taught them all they know..

Wanna see where I live? Well these guys do a spot of parkour round my way. They are seriously pretty good..

I used to teach at least one of them.. lets just say they are better at this than history! Enjoy

Comments

Liz said…
Grr, can't watch past 2secs of this or any of their others. It keeps stopping mid-jump, leaving me on the edge of my seat - will they land safely, will there by blood and tragedy?!?!!

Nice, though - better to watch while walking round the estate than kids lounging smoking and doing other undesirables :)
Liz said…
Ha! Now, having watched it, I laughed out loud, as they've put us to shame... When wandering round the area on New Year, we climbed over the subway entrances a bit, and dared each other to jump off....but....didn't....

see 00:45 to go...
Ah Anti Social Behaviour never looked so graceful.

Only the French could create a subculture built around evading the law.
Jude said…
.. and lovely Gav, only a policeman could post that comment!!! The guy who flips on the phone box.. never used to turn up with a pen, couldn't write, less self control, would often fall asleep. Now he is physically fitter, disciplined, part of a team. For me its all positive. (no law abiding citizens or their property were harmed in the making of Jump Marsh Farm!)
Kate John said…
woh - that is so cool. massively impressive - especially the section in the middle with the HUGE jumps - would never be able to watch it in real life though- would be imagining bloody compound fractures left right and centre. my hats are all most definately off.

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