Cooling Towers go down

The fate of the Cooling Towers in Sheffield saw a lot of hot air being pumped out across the land. Like a pair of greying withered tits on prime time telly, they prompted anger, lust and confusion in equal measure.

Instead of lamenting their demise, we decided to get seriously on it, then watch them fall. Seeing them go down was pretty gut wrenching but the mind altering sudofen we ingested soothed the pain.

The best bit was standing next to the ring road in party hats. We exploded poppers (of the paper nature - not amyl), jumped up and down while narrowly avoiding getting run over. Big, big vibes. Here’s some shots from the aftershow back at ours. Heavy.




Man of Mystery...



Campaigner and minor celebrity catches some zs on a packet of skins.



On it.