Photographic deconstruction of the urban environment http://sleepycity.net Subscribe with My Yahoo!Subscribe with NewsGatorSubscribe with My AOLSubscribe with BloglinesSubscribe with NetvibesSubscribe with GoogleSubscribe with Pageflakes The first stones were laid in 1758, which to gain proper perspective, was a dozen years before ol' mate Captain James Cook the pied piper of convicts led us evil-doers across the seas and founded a great land on beaches, bbqs and walkinshaw commodores.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sleepycity/~4/sOh4m9HMGvc" height="1" width="1"/> http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sleepycity/~3/sOh4m9HMGvc/Le_Panthon http://sleepycity.net/posts/167/Le_Panthon Hear ye hear ye, bring out your dead! Or at least the bits you can find. Everything accepted, no questions asked.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sleepycity/~4/ZRMsZr4WXRQ" height="1" width="1"/> http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sleepycity/~3/ZRMsZr4WXRQ/Chewing_Gum http://sleepycity.net/posts/166/Chewing_Gum Luck, fate, destiny, the gods' will... attribute this mess to what you like but I'm not happy with the universe making decisions for me. Sometimes though, a scapegoat on which to redirect the blame would be appreciated.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sleepycity/~4/F-ZqOi9nGFc" height="1" width="1"/> http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sleepycity/~3/F-ZqOi9nGFc/Snake_Eyes http://sleepycity.net/posts/165/Snake_Eyes This thing we call exploring. What is it exactly? Surely it's more than moldy old books, history nerds, flickr sets and big upping oneself on the tubes. A week or two in England's north always helps to redefine what's what. Let's have a peek and see what's to be found.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sleepycity/~4/-8UaqPEvIVY" height="1" width="1"/> http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sleepycity/~3/-8UaqPEvIVY/Jolly_old_England http://sleepycity.net/posts/164/Jolly_old_England The following classification levels have been legislated. Please read this document carefully as it pertains to all those who wish to use the popular title Urban Explorer (and of course the detestable term UEr/UEer) in both public and private correspondence.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sleepycity/~4/vVPNQRWpJNM" height="1" width="1"/> http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sleepycity/~3/vVPNQRWpJNM/Mandatory_Explorer_Rankings http://sleepycity.net/posts/163/Mandatory_Explorer_Rankings Chinngis Khan was plowing his mighty wang into my skull with feverish bloodlust. By the feel of it so were the Mongol hordes, and probably his horse. One eye socket for Chinngis, one for his steed. Wonderful. qx was returning into the yort and seeing me awake informed me he'd been out to unleash foxes from his gullet into the pit toilet.<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sleepycity/~4/S-j0Dwhz8vg" height="1" width="1"/> http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sleepycity/~3/S-j0Dwhz8vg/BD_211_-_Mongolia_Day_4 http://sleepycity.net/posts/162/BD_211_-_Mongolia_Day_4 With a hellish crosswind and long rolling hills our spirits took as much a battering as our bodies, day three was quickly dubbed the worst so far. I dropped my head, blasted out the fastest punk I could find on the mp3 player, zoned out and cranked on. This fucking sucked, why didn't we jump the bus to Choir again?<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/sleepycity/~4/09Ol7SKjBj4" height="1" width="1"/> http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/sleepycity/~3/09Ol7SKjBj4/BD_210_-_Mongolia_Day_3 http://sleepycity.net/posts/161/BD_210_-_Mongolia_Day_3