The Charming Young Gentleman's League of 'Fresh
People are real slack at topping up the gas meter in this house, so when i go out draining, i take the gas card with me, add 10 quid to it, then recharge the meter when i get home at 3am... the revenge part is that when they all realise they want a shower at 10pm they all get fuck-offed. It also guarantees ill get a shower at the end of a 'fresh session.
Arr, did some rad shit last night. Was down underneath Bishopsgate... lol, underneath the financial heart of London, doing this crazy arsed Pre-Bazalgette* system known as 'Last Bastion'. It was madly intricate, with oddities left right n centre. We entered wayyy upstream n had a mildly distasteful trudge down to the interceptor, after which things got drier, bigger and mega radder. Unfortunately Alias's camera tripod slipped in some 'fresh tho, n now theres a Nikon D200 on the brink of life n death.
Ive spent almost 6 hours on the tube in the last two days, what with going to work, going draining (i should just bite the bullet n start calling it 'Sewering') and going out to Heathrow. As usual, getting an airport job is a real bastard. Ive gotta get name addressed statements from my last seven employers. Pain in the ring, especially given one of them went out of business 3 years ago. Im gunna do everything i can and if i get the clearance then great. If not, well at least i wont have a three hour commute to work each day...
I developed my first roll of film, from the last four months. Lol, the bastard was double exposed... serves me right for scabbing what i and the kind person i was scabbing the roll from, thought was an unused roll. The one pic i was able to salvage was taken just before the posse of us left loops warehouse abode for the International Drain meet down the Tyburn in August.
Studdily!
*circa 1830
Arr, did some rad shit last night. Was down underneath Bishopsgate... lol, underneath the financial heart of London, doing this crazy arsed Pre-Bazalgette* system known as 'Last Bastion'. It was madly intricate, with oddities left right n centre. We entered wayyy upstream n had a mildly distasteful trudge down to the interceptor, after which things got drier, bigger and mega radder. Unfortunately Alias's camera tripod slipped in some 'fresh tho, n now theres a Nikon D200 on the brink of life n death.
Ive spent almost 6 hours on the tube in the last two days, what with going to work, going draining (i should just bite the bullet n start calling it 'Sewering') and going out to Heathrow. As usual, getting an airport job is a real bastard. Ive gotta get name addressed statements from my last seven employers. Pain in the ring, especially given one of them went out of business 3 years ago. Im gunna do everything i can and if i get the clearance then great. If not, well at least i wont have a three hour commute to work each day...
I developed my first roll of film, from the last four months. Lol, the bastard was double exposed... serves me right for scabbing what i and the kind person i was scabbing the roll from, thought was an unused roll. The one pic i was able to salvage was taken just before the posse of us left loops warehouse abode for the International Drain meet down the Tyburn in August.
Studdily!
*circa 1830