With not much going on in 2010 (other than a shit call center job) I embarked on a mission with a few mates to visit/document a few squats/collectives (read as the 1 in 12) throughout the North. I'm not really sure what the end result was meant to be but we always talked about putting together a photo 'zine of sorts (something that never happened). In reality a lot of our time was spent kicking around semi-abandoned factories, decrepit council flats and run down social clubs (Stones Bitter is the cure for all of life's woes).
After a few journeys through Liverpool, Leeds and Manchester I found myself in Sheffield. On that particular day the city of Steel lived up to its Northern "grim" image and after being rained on all day I found myself at a boarded up building with no sign of life for miles (for some reason I've never been able to navigate Sheffield well).
Not long after taking this photo I packed it all in and headed back to the South East Coast.
A few days ago I got a text telling me that the site of one of the squats we visited is being turned into flats. This along with the 4 year passage of time prompted me to dig out the above photo along with the rest of my negatives from my 2010 adventure.
"The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question; "Is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered and they come back to us, they say "Hey, don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we kill those people."