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Monday, May 4, 2009
" The Detectives of Dereliction "
That's Dean O' and I! Or it will be, if we can agree to some stupid arsed title for ourselves. He's badgering me, right now. On Yahoo. I'm trying to make him see how something that reads like a headline from the Sun is catchier. (Don't s'pose Dean O' reads the Sun. Bit high brow for him! * Ouch! * He'll fuckin' get me for that!)
Anyway, what ever. This is why I'm being so quiet right now. Dean and I are both completely obsessed with our ducking and diving amidst the derelict. We've been out for the past few days now, roaming the back roads and by ways of Co. Leitrim. Simply searching out places to Explore. It's addictive as hell!
We've made seven insurgences already. Hundreds of photographs ~ There's only One Rule to this game; 'Take ONLY Photographs!' Ideally, no one should ever know we've been through, unless they happen to examine the 'Foreign' board, on Derelict Places. I even have a very strong, personal code about pissing. No way will I piss inside an 'Explore'. Start doing that and ye know what places start smelling like. Use the grass outside.
Saying that; I was musing to Dean O' just today ~ having just completed our most advanced and daring mission to date. I wonder what it must be like to happen across the sort of thing that Really turns ones screw. Laying there, gathering dust in some abandoned place. Knowing that, as ye leave, it'll remain. Until someone with less scruples happens by. Or they come to pull the entire place down.
I mean, take me, for example; How about if I found an old, genuine Man Trap propped up in the corner of some pile of stones with half a tin roof left on it? Well, alright. Me being me? I'd make every possible endeavour to locate the land owner and figure out some way of explaining my knowledge of the things existence. Then offer him a fair and proper price for it. Cunt that I am.
But, as I said to Dean; " Imagine finding a pile of bones, beneath a rotted old noose, suspended from a beam somewhere? Who could really resist making off with a human skull? " No fucking use to the previous occupant. That'd be for sure, eh?!
But, that's just two adrenalin pumped nutters, chatting in a van ..... Well, alright; One of them, saying something to his mate!
It Is a rush though. Start to finish. Nine times out of ten, ye shouldn't really be there. It's sometimes dark as hell in these places. It's often as not down right fucking dangerous too! My old sphincter's been sealed up air tight on more than a few occasions already. I mean; You try clamouring through a rotten window and just stepping into pitch blackness. Never know what might be there. Rotten floor. No floor at all. Fucking great Man Trap?!
So, anyway, that's why I've been a bit busy to put anything up on here ~ and shall be, for about another twenty four hours, probably. I've been out, day and night, doing Explores. Then I'm having to process hundreds of photo's and up load them to my new PhotoBucket site. And, of course, on My poxy connection? That's taking me for ever!
There ye go. Twenty more have just up loaded. Adding a dozen more to those now. And that's just Explore 4 out of Seven! Even once I have them all up there, I have to go and tell them all what I've been up to, and show them my favourite shots, over at Derelict Places.
Dean O's already made some of his own posts there. We share the 'First Post' rights. Some he'll start and I'll add to. Others, I get the first bite on and he'll compliment mine with shots and some chat of his own. We work well together, because each of us has a different eye for the shots and we both, of course, feel differently about each Explore.
Anyway, with that, I'll have to love ye and leave ye for a bit more. Dean's back at his regular job tomorrow. I'm a bit stuck without him for transport and local knowledge of where to go. But don't worry; I yet have an absolute fucking belter lined up for ye. Just finishing off a spot of research and want some 'background' photo's too. But, this is going to be The one worth waiting for.
I've found a wayside Gypsy grave!!! I shit ye not! You wait and see! It'll appear Here first. Stay tuned or sign up as a Blog Watcher, for a live alert.
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Can't wait to see them Photo's, sounds really Interesting!
ReplyDeleteI live next to HMS Ganges which Is an Ex Naval Base which Is absolutely deserted! Apart from the Guards that are scanning the area.
It's got Underground Tunnels, Abandoned Buildings, all the old Road Signs, an old Mast.. The fuckin' lot mate!
I'll go In and get some Pictures soon so If you keep an eye out on my blog, you may see a Photo or two within the next week or two If I get round to It.
Butch
Butch Burger; Take a look at this Search Result, from Derelict Places:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.derelictplaces.co.uk/main/search.php?searchid=805900
(Copy / Paste to ye browser) It looks well 'Explored', yet still well worth Exploring.
Beauty of this game is, we all have a different 'eye'. Plus the site's bound to have changed.
Watch out for Robin Hood though!