Being part of an international community, you occasionally hear tales of run ins with animals. Raccoons, badgers, snakes, kangaroo’s, drop bears (maybe), but in London, all we have is rats.

A truly accidental find. Myself and Alias were originally looking for the illusive drains of Portsmouth when he suddenly shouted “what the hell is that”. I parked up in a nearby road and we headed over to what appeared to be a large bore hole.

Well we had just done upper c.o.t.s and were still eager to do more and were looking to complete the set. So we decided wed stay up late and do the lower c.o.t.s system.

The Tolly Cobbold Brewery, one of the casulties of declining industry within Ipswich. Really, Ipswich? Why would build anything there in the first place?

Well after discovering that access through Parasite was not possible we game a quick ring to Mr JonDoe and after a quick chat, discussing possible options i was pleased to discovered you can access the good parts of the Fleet Relief through the Main Line. Result!

Manchester never ceases to amaze me. Just when you think youve seen something incredible, something new pops up out of the blue and smacks you in the face like a wet fish. So what do we have for your culinary delights today then?