Lots Road Power station, one of the cursed London UE sites, it has been attempted countless times but never successfully accessed; and with good reason too, with several dozen cameras around the site, on site security, no ground floor windows and enough razor wire to fill a cruise ship, it certainly is a tough cookie.

The River Fleet, the grail of London. The first stop for any drainer passing through our sleepy shores. Its astonishing mix of large tunnels, gigantic chambers, intriguing features and historical value is enough to make even the strongest of men weak at the knees.

The Hartlepool Able shipyard also known as the Hartlepool “Ghost Ships”. Was the last stop on the “Ahoy thar” road trip at the beginning of 07. Getting on the ships was as frustrating as it was rewarding. We spent almost three hours trying to get on the hulking giants, even resorting to taking a motorboat around the dock to see if there was anyway up on the sea side.

Another of the ”UE” Holy Grails, the Rover Longbridge car factory, fully intact, stocked to the brim, ready to roll at the flick of a switch. In the five years since exploring Longbridge, now hanging on its last thread, predominantly demolished, no other location has come close to its sheer size, history or adventure. Longbridge will likely always will be unique in this sense.

If you live in London, you’ve heard of the Millennium Dome, that failed tourist attraction on the north tip of the Greenwich Peninsula, constructed to celebrate the coming of the 21st century. I visited it once as a child, and apart from the main event, which i actually enjoyed, the rest was art faggotry at its best. One of the attractions being a dark bubble that played soothing music as you walked in, because as we all know that’s what people spending upwards of £20 per ticket want to do, sit down and listen to music in a dark, enclosed parachute.

Even today, this still remains one of the most unique and adventurous locations Ive ever had the privilege of accessing, the result of a stupid gamble that could have left us adrift in the north sea. Everyone knows what an oil-rig looks like, those ominous floating hulks of metal, towed out to sea to drill the black gold which powers our everyday lives. Catching the occasional television show on discovery i had always wanted to visit one myself, a dream i feared unattainable, especially in the current climate of duct-tape your baby to the floor to be sure, health and safety.