So It’s Christmas break, and I’m already looking forward to going back to uni and getting stuck in again, not to sound like a brown nose, but they don’t call me the grinch for nothing.
A while back when I used to live in Sherwood I came across this lovely desolate factory on a summer run. I’d been past before and hoped one day I might find that special partner in crime to do a B & E with. I went back recently to scope it out on a beautiful rare winter day, the torn curtains blew through the shattered windows and light beamed through the space, showcasing the local residents graffiti.
Thankfully Curly came with me, and he watched me Lara Croft it over the railings with my thong gracefully halfway up by back.
We made it into the place easily enough, and golly gosh what a beautiful place! A mighty shame to say it had been like that for so long, what used to be some kind of workshop with machinery in- it must had been an incredible space to work in back in the day.
On the fourth floor we encountered the dreamy room I’d kept fantasising about, only it was raining this time and it was pissing it through the roof onto a floor of broken glass and an excessive amount of pigeon shit. But the curtains kept swaying to and fro and even the dead pigeon on the floor seemed to be a a blissful slumber.