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Ultraviolent Shards

The Shard offered an unspoilt view over one of my favourite cities, but the best thing about it was climbing such an iconic building with my friends.
Photo: The Shard, London (2011)

Go-Ape Shit!

The summers of yesteryear led us to the woods; in all directions around the City of Manchester, into the quiet counties where we’d walk, joke and let mischief brew. Our party would always look odd; several yout’s and a bunch of odd contraptions with bits [...]

Valencian Dance Parties

I’m quite looking forward to the secret future happenings in the next few months or so. This time more so because I know the entire crew heading over this year is going to be actually insane.
I hope the trinkets that curly & co found are [...]

Getting Truly Lost

Antwerp’s sewer system is a real funny one, and for a while we thought it’d be fairly cool, chilled, and not massively complex. Boy we were wrong, Venomous!
I’ve been lost underground before in sewer networks for hours, but they’ve usually been easy to escape from [...]

The Antwerp Ruien

Wow, I haven’t updated in a while, now seems about right. Most people probably think i’m not exploring anymore but the truth is i’m exploring more than ever in avenues both similar and completely dissimilar. 2011 was a year of good highs and dark lows; [...]

Marshall the Invalide

This is Marshall. Marshall does not have big hands and he certainly doesn’t shop at Aldi. What Marshall does is anyone’s guess, but let me say, don’t run into him when he’s in a bad mood; He’ll pull ya fuckin tongue out ya fuckin mouth [...]

Odéon

Hiding down the Odéon side tunnel (raccord) snarling at Parisian commuters. Paris I love you and miss you!

The Seven Four Seven

The six of us had parked up and hopped the gate no problem, making our way across the airfield to the big black silhouette found on the farside. It was still a fair walk so we hustled, passing the DC-8 and making for the 747. [...]

Paris Métro #0422

For the life of me, I cannot remember where I  took this photo, but all I remember is that it was pretty dark until WHOOOOOOSSSSHHH a train blasted through the station.
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Croix Rouge

Myself and Siologen awoke in a furniture-less Châteaux Deluxe. It was fucking freezing, but our bodies didn’t care for it  – I was highly dosed up on Tramadol and Siolo was still drunk from the night before. Stumbling out of the squat was nice, Paris [...]

Wandering Down Line 5

Random snap wandering down line/ligne 5 in the Paris metro. We’d previously disturbed a lady-bum looking for metro entrances.  The vagabondess made her make shift city bedroom complete with a pretty comfy looking bed, set of drawers, shoe rack and alarm clock all hidden in [...]

Boucle la Boucle

We’d been cycling over the city for a while now, and hadn’t made it hidden that we really enjoyed fucking up the Vélo’s – Paris’ rent-a-bikes. Qx was storming the fuckers, smashing into Siolo’s and I’s like nobody’s business until we decided to rip the [...]

Cultus Klatawa

Myself and Zero stank of putrid Mid-Level 2. We’d crawled through a two foot high pipe to enter another system whilst rapidly trying to avoid the shit torrents almost peaking above our entrance. Stagnated sewage and its relative detritus clung harder than hard so we [...]

Pickles or Gherks?

Here’s a really shit photograph taken from the rooftop of some building right next to the Gherkin. With the game step-up of police, security, threat-culture and CCTV leading up to the 2012 ‘lympics you’d expect the area to be at least patrolled by dem pussy [...]

Sulpicious

A classically shit photograph of the oddly out of place tower dominating the Mont-Parnasse (Mount Penis) area of Paris. T’was taken from the roof of Saint Sulpice, a church in Paris, which, If I remember correctly is opposite a bloody police station. I was in [...]

Pouvoir d’attelage

Monolust; Walking at 6am down the abandoned train line to the airport, a flight to the middle of nowhere in Southern rural France, two hitch-hikes with two equally dodgy drivers, catching the start of the Tour De France, witnessing street light outage, seriously bitching fireworks, [...]

Roma Shuntah

I found myself briefly outside Rome about two months or so ago with some time to kill bill vol 3 – so I found a local freight yard, and as per usual with Europe in general, walking around a yard in broad daylight is nothing [...]

RER Lignes D

In essence, the RER feels like a fresh uplifting change from the grimy piss-smelling aurora one feels in the Metro, but this is only a surface feeling. The RER has its own ways of sniping at people who shouldn’t be in the confines of its [...]

Arsenal

Not the English arsenal, It’s about fucking time I uploaded some shit from the super illegal files, and in that contains my dirty smelly stash of Paris Metro photos. I cant remember for sure but Arsenal, a stones throw from that big Bastille tower, never [...]

Magical Doors

Magic doors are commonly found dotted around London, follow the magic faireys they know where they at.
Central Line , somewhere near the Hackney area, give or take a few miles.
Photo: tube hitters, Central Line, London (2011)

Deep Nothern Line Shit

This is the Northern Line, it’s deep and has a horrible wafty smell of over 100 years of tube drivers farts. This is around the Camden area, and i’m glad too, because Camden is a shithole full of crazy weird people… and sometimes I think [...]

Lucinda la Grandé

This is Lucy, she’s an odd little miscreant who loves things that most girls are really too pussy to even think about. There you go, suck on that you boring tart cunts. I’m only joking I love all boring tart cunts. Some of you may [...]

The Pipe Subs

Pipe subs are funny little twisty turny tunnels, this particular one in the photo runs roughly from central near the Thames all the way to around Hackney Wick. A fair way to walk underground. The sub level walk ways duck up and down through Londons [...]

Electronic Drain Dub

This is an underground skatepark found in South London. It features two stairsets and a fullpipe. It’s covered with sewage. I’m only joking, its a sewerrrrrrr. ha ha he he hoo hoo harrr harrrrr.
Photo: Myself & Otter, Devil’s Gate Sewer, London (2010)

IDM2011

The year kicked off with the underground, the International Drainers Meet 2011 saw 50 or so subterranean vagabonds descend into the underbelly of London in a mass drunken revelry. The party kicked off on a mad hype – With those in international attendance from the [...]

Say Hello Again

Say hello again to Sayhelloagain drunkenly smashing his way into the london underground.
Photo: Siologen, London Underground, (2010)

River Effra

This photograph was taken at the end of what was essentially an underground loop heading from Brixton up to Vauxhall and back again. The main sewer on the right of the image is the River Effra and to the left, overflow leads into a parallel [...]

Before the 747

big, crussssty, rusted rails in the underground.
Photo: otter, sjw & mshl, London Underground, (2010)

Victorialise

Waiting for the morning’s first train in an alcove of the Vicky-line. I never really noticed how fast the Victoria-Line trains actually went until the back-draught from a train pulled my camera over, landing straight onto the lens too. Worst was that I’d left the [...]

High Rise Vandalism

The easiest way to vandalise high rise tower blocks without spending a great deal of money is to operate rooftop cranes and window cleaning baskets. You’ll find that most industry standard keys will aid in turning on the machine to start. Check all emergency stop [...]

Four Stroke Creeper

For a brief period of time whilst living in Manchester, It wasn’t uncommon to be picked up or dropped off via boats. I even remember being dropped off for a job interview by boat. It was a shit job.
This boat however was borrowed and could [...]

Lucky Charms

So many of my friends and associates seem to understand the desire to climb structures or sneak into places, but many seem to fail to understand the relative delights and wonders of entering the underground world. I commonly get asked if it smells, if it’s [...]

Hustlin Red Stripe

Most “urban explorers” (lol) make out how much they love the history and the peeling art faggotry blah blah blah. Most will make out that they only take photographs, and leave only… wait for it… footprints – but it’s really just a cover for the [...]

Mark Lane

Mark Lane is a cut and cover London Underground station on the Circle & District lines. I didn’t see much graff knocking about so I doubt many writers had been, hopefully some London heads might see this and maybe hit it up with some nice [...]

South Kentish Town

South Kentish Town tube was one that quite literally scared the facial hair out of two friends who’d busted in a while back, and in turn; Snappel, Marshall and I encouraged the intoxication from a party prior. The lowering of inhibitions can make exploring the [...]

They Call Us Illegal

Around two years ago, our very own junglist raasclart known as Sneak introduced me to the world of Freeparties and Illegal Raves. I remember arriving back in Manchester from London only to have him bellowing down the phone of something insane planned for the night. [...]

Jodrell Bank

We’d only gone down to throw large bits of nostalgia at freight trains, so this was a rather impromptu affair.
Jodrell Bank is the Third largest steerable radio telescope. You can’t drive it to the shops nor tune into any radio (it’s not even an actual [...]

BBRSO

The Beverley Brook Relief Storm Overflow, It stops the floods occurring. yo.
Photo: Otter-he’s a back-lighting fiend, in the drain, London, (2010)
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Knock John Tower

We’d stopped off roughly a mile North of Shivering Sands and its nearby shipping lane, drifting fairly pleasantly on the North Sea, occasionally a larger wave would break, spilling into our powerboat. Gabby had busted out the melted kit-kat’s, [...]

Squat Brutality

And then it came. The time of the night where the Master System was sacrificed off the edge of the roof, crashing into the oblivion of a thousand pieces – much like the guy who threw the fire extinguisher from Millbank HQ (although, really? is [...]

The EMF Basement

There we were, bizarrely abseiling on 7mm rope, with a vent the size of a small car blasting tube dust into face first. My descender of choice – the Petzl Stop was no longer living up to its name or meaning, speeding down and down [...]

Mike; Little, In Drains.

“Oh! What’s occurrin! Once again the same three words echoed around my head in comedy welsh style as yet another scene of awesomeness unfolded. Barely 50m in and the brick tunnel ended abruptly, the water now emanating from a smaller 7ft rock blasted tunnel. It’s [...]

MGO vs Celtic Harp

Harp style is immensely strong, and a mutant to nearly any weapon. When it’s properly used, it’s almost invincible.
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Photo(s): Morse/Scott, Celtic Harp, Gateway Metrolink, Oldham, UK (2009)
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Scoping Freight

There was a time when I thought hopping a freighter was best saved for the American Dream. Ofcourse, we know that freight hopping is entirely possible, some of my favourite examples stem from the Thumbs Up! series by David Choe and Harry Kim, where they [...]

Bellicose Pacific

The former and the counter. My eyes wandered across the horizon of the city, and then down to the foreground where it was that time of night. The time of night where the commuters disperse, drawn by the sounds and smells of the underground, and [...]

Yarly? No, Orly

Deep London – And I forgot my gloves. By the time I’d reached the 4th level, my hands were encrusted with a sludge not worth thinking about. Along the way, arrays of trapped detritus came into view, which once upon a time would have disgusted [...]

Il Serraglio

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Photo: Il Serraglio, Brescia, Italy (2010)

Intruiging Red Door

We found Andrea circling a roundabout just down the Brescia off ramp of the freeway. The Brescia Underground, with Andrea and Marco reppin, were leading us the way. Nazaro was chattin away in super fast Italian, while Myself, Frainey and Lugh enjoyed the quaint town [...]

Garibaldi Happy Funny

So yeah, I spent some time earlier this year squatting on the rooftop of a hotel in Milan. Having a base in the city meant I could leave my 40litre backpack hidden with all my other shit, safely tucked away. Every Euro trip made in [...]

45.44565, 9.206457

Here’s a photo of an uninteresting train depot that I visited in Milan. I ate some food here.
Photo: 45.44565, 9.206457, Milan, Italy, (2010)

Centrale Depot de Milano

Wandering off the down-ramp platforms of Stazione Centrale, I peered up toward the tall CCTV poles and shrugged, for they were not looking for me. Ofcourse, the station is huge, and operates about 600 trains worth of traffic per day, why would they look for [...]

Silver Jubilee Bridge

Sticking to the topic of bridges/climbing/illegal, Here we have massive cunt and all around dick, Scott Bradley, merkin it large upon the very top of the  Runcorn-Widnes Bridge.  Now, apparently it’s the Silver Jubilee, so it’s like some fuck’n birthday present for the Queen, and [...]

The Menai Strait

I love bridges, and, sometimes I really need more of them in my life. For, I’m nostalgic over these big bastards. [More]
Photo: Repost; Menai Suspension Bridge, Anglesea, Wales, UK (2010)

Ninjas Acting Like Pirates

Whilst tin hats were seeing an alarming increase on eBay’s sales listings, myself and a bunch of cunts were out riding pirate ships in theme parks – in the dead of night, with the keys we’d….
OH SHIT WE STOLE THE KEYS PLEASE DON’T ARREST US. [...]

Northern Tower

This building has been nothing short of the best gymnasium ever. An innumerable amount of hiding places, lift shafts, secret floors, televisions and roof-cranes to say the least. Here’s a cheeky flick abseiling 280 feet down the tallest building in Salford. Shouts to Scott, Sneak [...]

Underground Milan

Milan has some fucking cool shit underground, literally, but yes, with sewer chambers big and relatively clean enough to throw a party, it’s really no wonder why more people don’t head underground. But either way i’m glad, exploring shit like this is more fun when [...]

Colossally Shit Photo

There’s nothing I personally hate more than a stony, pebbly beach – Infact, they shouldn’t even be called beaches at all, in my ideal world they’d only be made of sand. Below the so called stony shitpits which make up Brighton’s beach, lies a drainage [...]

Reading Flight Paths

Ain’t nothing better than hoppin’ in a Cessna-150 for a cheeky ride over the Channel to hit the shops, it works a fine treat with the women. Anyone can ride around in modded shitbox with an oversized exhaust but poppin to Calais for a cheeky [...]

Orly? No, Yarly

The photo above displays a section from a drain which was mightily hard to find by draincunts Zero & Siologen. As it goes, this serves as a cheeky overflow for one of London’s many  Intercepting Sewers.
But you cunts don’t want to hear about all that [...]

Academy’s Midjunction

When I first started to get into the whole business of poppin’ manholes and venturing underground, I met up with only the illest geezer by the name of LittleMike. Consequently over the years, Mike has become a true friend, I only feel partly responsible for [...]

Angel of the North

Here’s another fucking photo of myself sitting on the fucking wings of an art sculpture, Angel Of The Fucking North, on a warm summers dawn. Massive Fucking shouts to Scott, Luke & Morse, and to those that fucking inspired such a climb. Most notably two [...]

Dusty Subs

Pictured above, Siologen crawls through the dusty subterranean fallopian tubes of London, moments before escaping the womb of a ladder rung. “Wah” he cried, “there there, shush” I replied.
Respective respectful respects to Zerotter of SilentUK, for actually following the now sealed utility tunnel under the [...]

The Salford Underground

The huge underground chambers lying below Deansgate once linked Manchester City and Salford via a canal, which in turn, would later be used for  air raid shelters during WW2.
Many of the chambers now lie empty, blocked off staircases forgotten, and built over. The end chambers [...]

RIP Jim Smith // Solomon

Here’s a testament to a man by the name of Jim Smith, whom many of my friends and acquaintances knew as Solomon. Explorer, Offshore rigger and all-around adventurer, never short of being somewhere amazingly unique and exotic. I’d be lying if I didn’t envy his [...]

Callipygian Umbra

STD Drain is, to say the least, a complete bastard to enter. Not only located in most inconvenient overgrown forestry, but the main pipe from the outfall is a stoopy, seemingly never-ending corrugated pipe. The few manhole chambers along this give a small opportunity [...]

The Severn Bridge

Arh for fucks sake. Enough with the shitty rooftops, we want the balls deep locations with super secret access details. Well here’s a big ol’ bridge. For a bunch more photos, and a video from Doctor T, I suggest you click the large unnecessary [...]

Huge Red Triangle

So, urh, yeah – there’s a building in Leeds, it’s student halls or something. Its pretty huge, and the hatch at the top looks like it’s locked, but really it isn’t, and like, all you have to do is unclip a little hook on the [...]

Torre Monte Santo

For all I knew she was talking about pesto,  the Italian woman sent her brunette daughter to converse with me instead, through the window of her kitchen. She spoke a little broken English, and asked me what I was doing on her house. Technically I [...]

Yourchester

Thinking back, I’m wondering how we even managed to walk passed concierge dressed in the manner we were, backpacks and McDonalds wrappers clinging onto us, still feeling pretty rough from the night before – Fisherprice, DRSS,  Meeting Martin, New Blood.
Photo: The Edge, Manchester (2010)

Rudegyal Liv

This is Liv. Liv has a pretty amusing giggle kinda like a sheep – which usually follows by myself imitating it, which is generally frowned upon by Liv.
This one time, Liv said she’d walk to the shops and buy me a can of coke. She [...]

Devils Gate

Because only Lucifer could hold a gate so devilishly vile.
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Photo: Devils Gate, London (2009)

Maunsell Fortifications III

Powering across the waves at 40 knots, and out of the abyss, the beasts emerged. The monstrous invaders were better than I ever imagined… [More]
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Maunsell Fortifications II

Viewed from, what is left of the outer platform. [More]
Photo: Redsand, North Sea, (2010)

Maunsell Fortifications

Nothing remotely urban about the small previews of what’s to come. [More]
Photo: Redsand, North Sea, (2010)
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The Humber Bridge

Because the truth is, in that tiny speck of time, we were insignificant to the moment, the universe and everyone in it. How amazing it was to share a memory in that minuscule, insignificant moment in time – sippin’ a Mountain Dew, Hi-fivin on the [...]

Decepticon

After city missions and windy nights on the high peaks, Myself, Mike and Siolo headed East, and unearthed a rather deceptive find in the badlands of Sheff-City. Digital Controller – Flux Pavillion.
Photo: Little Mike, Decepticon Drain, Sheffield, England (2010)
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Indigo Warrior

Fairwell, ever sprinting slab, you’re the bearer of many times, most of which illegal, the various thousands of miles we travelled in your humble cabin, and to those times I travelled in your monochomatic life in the back. To the times [...]

HMS Intrepid

Run hard, thoughts on charge. Hanging across a feeble fence, below me a 30 foot drop into the Irish sea. Duck and cover, rock paper scissors, through the rivet popped palisade and to the stern. The mighty Intrepid, motionless, dry-docked, sitting next to Fort Victoria.
Running [...]

Salford Yeh And Wot

A sneaky fellow, where are you bob!? spoon killing doorlocks, sneaking around,  riding ya lifts, birds of prey, walkden warrior, killing yer telly’s, robbin ya coco poppers, oi where is your bike? Salford yeh, and wot.
Get yer full-fat, none of this semi-skimmed shyte, full doses [...]

Hulmage Flumage

Getting fresh below Manchester. On the subject of fresh, hit up Sewerfresh.com. It’s dope yo.
Photo: Snappel, Scott, Hulme Flume Sewer, Manchester (2008)
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Internet Killed Television

Most of the time, television is a complete load of arse-milk, occasionally something good will feature, but after all of that, climbing TV’s can still reap far more. And if you’re sick of the bullshit adverts, you can usually do something about it.
Props to Pete, [...]

The Big Afraid

Don’t diss man, I make a circle with juju-sand. Call it a juju-ring, I start speakin’ a whole next juju-ting.
Photo: Light Rooftop, Manchester, England, 2010
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Athena Niege

Wandering slowly up the seafront, towards a group of hooded youths, waders alore – tired from the mile long trek below Brighton, and tinkering onto four am. Silent in stride, “hi guys…” he spoke softly. “Where the fuck have you been man?” coarsely replied Siologen. [...]

Misin Lasta Gaeilge

Step one, find yard. Step two, steal vis jackets. Step three, roam to your hearts content, jump on wagons, joyride shunters, await the moving freight.
Footlong Subways & Squashing pennies, memories I shan’t forget.
Photo: Scott, Limerick, Western Ireland (2009)
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Earthtone Vorticy

Spillways, Eddy’s, Plugholes – whatever their name goes by. Flying down into these magnificent pieces of drainage, attached only by rope, metal and a few measly bits of material wrapped around your waist never fails at scaring me senseless.
Danger of Death? Kinda obvious if you [...]

Colt Broppers

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Sometimes the will arrives in the form of bolt croppers, gas axe’s and lock picks.
Photo: Somewhere in England, somewhere naughty, doing something we probably shouldn’t have but in hindsight, glad we did. (2008)

Hello (Nancy)

When you get bored of all the wonderful bridges, canals, maze-like alleyways and beautiful Italian women – serving only the freshest gelato & espresso combi’s – you could always hit the train yards.
Venezia Santa Lucia, Venice, Italy. (2009)

Right Of Passage

There’s a section in Birmingham’s Baptizer drain (furthest left pipe in the photo) in which the crosser must brave the depths in order to not breach and reach the other side (where the above photo was taken). The average hip-wader leaves mere millimetres of space [...]

Go On Powerboats

Sometimes it’s funny when you think, What the hell am I doing  on a powerboat at 3am flying at 40 through a canal with a 3mph speed limit and no wash policy. But then, you forget about that when you’re feet away from hitting the [...]

Torre via Vittor Pisani II

The Torre Pisani II Rooftop, Milan, Italy. Looking towards Centrale Stazione. (2009)
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Noctimanic Inclemency

The Menai Suspension bridge (Anglesey, Wales, 1826), was the design of Thomas Telford, a Scottish Civil Engineer. Telford is one of those guys who’d probably be sat next to J-Bizzle at a dinner party for extraordinary engineers. As for the bridge itself, steel links traverse [...]

Viscous Thought

The lights were on just as I popped my head over the edge, the drop below was insane, the cold floodlights blasting every square inch of the pitch. To my left was some plastic roofing, nothing that could take my weight, and to my right [...]

Cryptonite

Crypt is part of the Frogmore Storm Relief in London. Two pipes feed into the junction chamber, and allow the paths to join via waterfalls into the lower relief. The sewer is described by many as one of the most marvellous junctions beneath the streets [...]

Daylight Polylove

This is an Angel, a huge rusty one, designed by Anthony Gormley. The Angel of the North is located in Gateshead which is somewhere in Geordie Land, full of people that replace the Queens with words like Canny and Gan Like.
Gateshead is a boring place, [...]

Yellow Peril

Fuelled by curry on pizza, Myself & Little Mike rappelled down the plughole (or more technically, an Eddy) at the farthest upstream end of the modern storm drain system, Bunker. Biggest shouts to Little Mike, He’s what Nate Dogg was to Warren G.
The system was [...]

My Internal Descent

Doors Closing. Lift Going Down. The famous words spoken by Mister or Misses Monotonous. Other than lifts (or Elevators for you American Folk) serving their fulfilling life purpose, we found them to be the epitome of boredom, a place one checks their make-up & an [...]

Deepest Darkest

It was this very adventure where I first met the Relentless guzzling and all around trouble-maker that is Snappel. This photograph was taken approximately halfway through the 5029meter Standedge Canal Tunnel, sailing the underground in rubber dinghy’s from Oldham to Huddersfield. Time passed as we [...]

New Horizons

What is this you see? Welcome to ProUrbex.com. It’s a little place for me to barely sum up anything I get up to, click the About button. First and foremost, foresight and Bruce Forsyth, madman shouts to Vivo, for whom without him, this little piece [...]

Drainmeal

Well here I go again, writing a little essay about my photo. It’s just a little brief comment which can barely sum up the amazing adventure which this photo depicts but tough; I don’t have time for writing a story. Maybe instead of writing stories [...]