I Just Love taking Shots of Graffs in Old Factories.
With info on the street I made my way into this factory in Sheffield via a hole in the steel door out the back.
Full of tags and art work from Kid Ackers to Phlegm and a whole host of graffers in between, I proceeded to snap happily round this deserted gaff.
It always happens, once inside I feel a commitment to document as much spray, tags, obsenities or unusual historical debris that I can find, even though in the back of my mind I'm wondering if my personal safety my be infringed at any moment.
And unfortunately this time it was, the cops nabbed for the first time ever. I didn't run, a piss poor excuse for getting rumbled- Im lucky, it may have been a mob of pot smokin hippies who could have bored me to death with their 70's stories.