Sitting sipping a glass of port at 1am, trying to get some archive stuff organised, I come across a few old video clips of days gone by. Days of crumbling asylums, with lonely chairs around every corner and peeling paint as far as the eye could see.
No apologies for the quality, it was 2003/4 after all!
More port is in order.
No apologies for the quality, it was 2003/4 after all!
More port is in order.
Still stockpiling sewery resources and occasionally getting underground. Good to see there's still plenty of interest in pursuit of the curious and strange. 
