cant really say much about it other than it was effing freezing cold and the greek part [they had their own fenced off bit] felt rather creepy as opposed to the rest of it.
So enjoy some photos...
Tuesday 23 November 2010
Norwood Cemetery 23/11/10
So on one of the coldest days thus far me and my cousin head off with Boris to Norwood Cemetery. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Norwood_Cemetery for the lowdown.
cant really say much about it other than it was effing freezing cold and the greek part [they had their own fenced off bit] felt rather creepy as opposed to the rest of it.
So enjoy some photos...
cant really say much about it other than it was effing freezing cold and the greek part [they had their own fenced off bit] felt rather creepy as opposed to the rest of it.
So enjoy some photos...
Tuesday 16 November 2010
Sutton Cemetery 16/11/2010
Lovely crisp winters day and I have the urge to go out and do some photography. No car today and had young Boris with me so only real option was a cemetery and one close to Chops' school for picking up time.
So I called ahead beforehand to see if it was ok to go take photos in a local cemetery, permission granted provided I pop my head in the superintendants office to let him know I was there.
Colder than a witches tit out there today so we wrap up warm, arm ourselves with a bag of Haribo and head off to Sutton Cemetery.
The superintendent was a lovely guy, told me the history of the place [previous to a cemetery there was a gallows for public hanging by the main entrance] and about the woodpeckers pecking holes in the spire of the Chapel.
I love wandering round graveyards, there is an enormous sense of peace and tranquility but the graves of children always make me sad with their toys and windmills, birthday cards and birthday balloons. The saddest one I saw was that of the little girl who was murdered by our school caretaker when we were at primary school.
Not a lot I can say about the place except to share some photos...
So I called ahead beforehand to see if it was ok to go take photos in a local cemetery, permission granted provided I pop my head in the superintendants office to let him know I was there.
Colder than a witches tit out there today so we wrap up warm, arm ourselves with a bag of Haribo and head off to Sutton Cemetery.
The superintendent was a lovely guy, told me the history of the place [previous to a cemetery there was a gallows for public hanging by the main entrance] and about the woodpeckers pecking holes in the spire of the Chapel.
I love wandering round graveyards, there is an enormous sense of peace and tranquility but the graves of children always make me sad with their toys and windmills, birthday cards and birthday balloons. The saddest one I saw was that of the little girl who was murdered by our school caretaker when we were at primary school.
Not a lot I can say about the place except to share some photos...
Wednesday 26 May 2010
West Park May 2010
Tis now spring/summer official so what better way to spend a free day than a visit to West Park with my cousin and Lis. And Urbex Peg.
With many extreme thanks to Professor Frink we gain access to Laundry/Stores. But alas couldn't get any further but who cares, had a whale of a time exploring a bit I haven't seen before.
Entry a doddle thanks to the info although almost ended up with a head injury thanks to a falling piece of wood that I saw in the nick of time whilst witnessing some 3 inch earwig type creature.
Aside from massive laundry machines came accross a plethora of excercise bikes of which Michelle had a go on, odd commode type things, again Michelle had to go on [because we made her lol. Thoguth we had struck gold at one point in the shape of a straight jacket but it turned out to be sling things for broken legs.
Plenty of cack yourself moments thanks to the fucking copious amounts of pigeons roosting inside there flapping around because we were rudely entering their domain, picking our way through their piles of shit. And believe me, they've been there so long that the piles were indeed piles not just few droppings.
We grab some pics, a video, a nurses uniform. [take only photos, leave nothing but footprints kind of went out the window as there was a store room full of uniforms all brand new and sealed in plastic. will never fit unless i become a 13 year old skinny midget wretch]
We go back outside to see if we can gain entry elsewhere and decided to stop, under cover [so we thought] for lunch when suddenly the shop keeper appeared. security to me and you.
He first off asks what we are up to, we say photography students. I tell him have permission from the landowner [which I did last year but cant remember the guys name and wether he is still the landowner]. He assumes we are not alone and asks where our colleagues are. Must escort us off the premises and asks where we parked so we are vague as dont want to let on although our entry point to the grounds at the back must be fucking obvious if security did their job properly as its been that way for months even if years.
His agressive standing over us stance with attitude and a high vis vest causes the Peggster to nip his foot whilst protecting us. Believe me a grown man scared of a very small dog brings nowt but a smile. Call yourself a security guard.
So he says to follow him and we follow along behind quietly discussing among ourselves how to get rid of the menace. Torch round the head, run naway and hide etc., but we follow until we reach a gap in a wooden perimeter fence where he says we must leave. we refuse, bust main road out there plus a massive ditch and not where we came in via. He gets the arse with us, we stand our ground, I tell him I have a dodgy leg [knee which is true] and refuse to go through. This makes him irate. We are wasting his time, e argue the toss and eventually we must follow him again and listen to his tales of girls who shouldn't be out there alone because their are snakes as big as his thigh [he saw one aparenlty a while back] and monsters.
Erm hello, do we look like 5 year olds??
So a lot of piss taking ensues, quite childish at times from me I must admit and he tires of us and threatens to call the police because we are wasting his time. His manner was very 'im a security guard therefore I have the power'. He has fuck all power and I counteract with a threat to call the old bill to report him for harrassment as he is in my personal space.
We are escorted back to the car but refuse to nter any vehicle in the car park as he wants the reg. no., and we refuse him this as he has no right. eventually he bores with us and walks off.
O we will be back, we know his name so just need to find out when he isnt on duty.
Yes it's dodgy to enter buildings but he wasn't aware we had done this but its not against the law [in a court of law] to go and take photos of the outside.
Short report but it's late and I want to get this out before I go back to work tomorrow after a week and a bit off. Some photos.......
With many extreme thanks to Professor Frink we gain access to Laundry/Stores. But alas couldn't get any further but who cares, had a whale of a time exploring a bit I haven't seen before.
Entry a doddle thanks to the info although almost ended up with a head injury thanks to a falling piece of wood that I saw in the nick of time whilst witnessing some 3 inch earwig type creature.
Aside from massive laundry machines came accross a plethora of excercise bikes of which Michelle had a go on, odd commode type things, again Michelle had to go on [because we made her lol. Thoguth we had struck gold at one point in the shape of a straight jacket but it turned out to be sling things for broken legs.
Plenty of cack yourself moments thanks to the fucking copious amounts of pigeons roosting inside there flapping around because we were rudely entering their domain, picking our way through their piles of shit. And believe me, they've been there so long that the piles were indeed piles not just few droppings.
We grab some pics, a video, a nurses uniform. [take only photos, leave nothing but footprints kind of went out the window as there was a store room full of uniforms all brand new and sealed in plastic. will never fit unless i become a 13 year old skinny midget wretch]
We go back outside to see if we can gain entry elsewhere and decided to stop, under cover [so we thought] for lunch when suddenly the shop keeper appeared. security to me and you.
He first off asks what we are up to, we say photography students. I tell him have permission from the landowner [which I did last year but cant remember the guys name and wether he is still the landowner]. He assumes we are not alone and asks where our colleagues are. Must escort us off the premises and asks where we parked so we are vague as dont want to let on although our entry point to the grounds at the back must be fucking obvious if security did their job properly as its been that way for months even if years.
His agressive standing over us stance with attitude and a high vis vest causes the Peggster to nip his foot whilst protecting us. Believe me a grown man scared of a very small dog brings nowt but a smile. Call yourself a security guard.
So he says to follow him and we follow along behind quietly discussing among ourselves how to get rid of the menace. Torch round the head, run naway and hide etc., but we follow until we reach a gap in a wooden perimeter fence where he says we must leave. we refuse, bust main road out there plus a massive ditch and not where we came in via. He gets the arse with us, we stand our ground, I tell him I have a dodgy leg [knee which is true] and refuse to go through. This makes him irate. We are wasting his time, e argue the toss and eventually we must follow him again and listen to his tales of girls who shouldn't be out there alone because their are snakes as big as his thigh [he saw one aparenlty a while back] and monsters.
Erm hello, do we look like 5 year olds??
So a lot of piss taking ensues, quite childish at times from me I must admit and he tires of us and threatens to call the police because we are wasting his time. His manner was very 'im a security guard therefore I have the power'. He has fuck all power and I counteract with a threat to call the old bill to report him for harrassment as he is in my personal space.
We are escorted back to the car but refuse to nter any vehicle in the car park as he wants the reg. no., and we refuse him this as he has no right. eventually he bores with us and walks off.
O we will be back, we know his name so just need to find out when he isnt on duty.
Yes it's dodgy to enter buildings but he wasn't aware we had done this but its not against the law [in a court of law] to go and take photos of the outside.
Short report but it's late and I want to get this out before I go back to work tomorrow after a week and a bit off. Some photos.......
Saturday 24 April 2010
How Time Flies
I've been very very naughty, and for a change it's not because I have been poking my nose where it shouldn't be. I have been bad and not updated for ages because, if you are a UK resident, you will know what a shockingly shit winter we had and that's really not a good time to go out nosing. Snow time would have been a dream to go to West Park had we been able to drive there, snow time = no security and follow the footprints for a way in.
Have been for a drive round Springfield for a peek at the whole place but moreso access to the bit they no longer use.
But i'm still about and will soon be back to business.
To keep myself in tip top condition I have been curtain twitching like crazy!
Have been for a drive round Springfield for a peek at the whole place but moreso access to the bit they no longer use.
But i'm still about and will soon be back to business.
To keep myself in tip top condition I have been curtain twitching like crazy!
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