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You do know that this is how most movies on the horror

Channel start out.




maxxi Wrote:

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> Mid 90s some friends and I went on a midnight

> semi-drunken 'explore' around the old Tooting Bec

> Mental Hospital - all abandoned bedframes,

> trolleys and old phones and some very @#$%& weird

> murals on the walls. This activity didn't have a

> name then unless it was called "wandering around

> with torches seeing if there was anything still

> worth nicking".

Vestry Road nuclear shelter http://www.flickr.com/photos/91281132@N00/sets/72157626826934654/with/5769204572/


The idea of surviving a nuclear war whilst surrounded by that abysmal shade of blue makes me want to kill myself.


What is it about public bodies and terrible colour schemes?

On a serious note:


What is left of the Claybury Asylum, as it was a massive site & once inside what was left ?


I quite easily got into one once (yes it was closed) years ago (80's) and it was strewn with patient records & such like.


Oh and shite smeared walls.

It speaks to the very core of what make us human d_c


If anything good could ever come from an apocalypse it could only be a rebirth, to learn our lessons and start chastened but more committed to the great sum of human existence...


... and then we'd be surrounded by that horrible shade of blue - that desperate, committee born celebration of human inadequacy, of convergence on mediocrity, of our pathetic averageness in the face of soaring spiritual ambition.


If that weren't bad enough, imagine having to die, and the last sparking of your synapses highlighting that soul crushing cyan.

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