While you've sat there furiously masturbating to my photos, I've been out doing even more shit. Here lies just a few of my adventures.
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 [...]
The Mystery Machine
A few years ago an interesting bloke called Dave got hold of me to paint up some some of his vans. Thanks Dave, Call me sometime if you have any more vans. Shouts to my rotten fam for this one.
Note: If you’re wondering, we cleaned [...]
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.
sleepy // doc-t // otter //
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 [...]