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2005.


Still living in Manchester. Working nightshift in a scally hotel, dealing with pikeys and drunks in between cooking myself big fucking steaks and watching 27 hours of Star Trek a week... i still got round to a few more drains.


Then some.


And a bit more.

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2002.


By 2002, the MV Cape Don had gone from being partially inhabited to utterly vacant. It soon became the new hang out, devoid of any form of security and left gratuitously wide open, all 7 decks and 80 metres worth.


Great place to crash out too.

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1999.


When i 'joined' the Cave Clan, in July 1997, all that happened was that i got a subscription to 'Il Draino' from Melbourne and showed a dude, whom i grew to admire greatly (Predator) the sites id 'found' (GIS, CSRR, CSRD), sites he probably would've found had he not been in somewhat of a 6th year malaise. See, the Cave Clan in Sydney, in 1997, was, as it had been for almost half a decade, simply a three man outfit. In 1995, Mullet, one of those three men, died after succumbing to hypoxia climbing the 5th highest mountain, Malaku, so as such it was now more a two man outfit. I was 10 years younger than Predator and my over exuberance lasted me showing him those places id found, plus one mutually new trip to the old Childrens Hospital in Camperdown. After that, he politely pointed out that i was 18 and he was 27 and that i was just to... lol, emphatic. THIS in itself, has led to my ever long support of new talent. So straight up, all the elitists can get fucked, cos 'newbies' often outshine the old guard.

Cut to 1999. By this time there was close to 20 of us. Even Predator had was beginning to wonder at how wonderful we were. Mr India, Dirge, Ogre, Hatchet, Trioxide, Maddog, Drac, Oriface, Tyr. This lot, i guess made up the core, others orbiting, with part time interest. We'd reopened the books on what 'had been found' in Sydney... and added to it... substantially. By 1999, the list of locations was up to 200... up from 106 in 1996. We'd doubled six years... in just one year. Simply through pure numbers (of keen explorers) i suppose. What changed the most though, were the 'Expo's'...

I dunno where the Cave Clan got the name from... but in Melbourne it was synonymous with large groups doing mad drains. Now with greater numbers, so did we in Sydney. In the case of this photo, it was the 2nd Darling Harbour Floatout. The first and only one i took a camera along to... that i subsequently infected with salt water. Very much to its detriment...

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I have been largely silent in this venue for a while: not because I am in want of things to say, but because my neurochemistry has been giving me a rough patch, and I have been using nearly all my energy to finish cutting the Filthy Screed. I put away the razor late last night, having, in the end, excised about 11,000 words. Now some of that wordage needs to be put back, in the form of an insert chapter; I have two scenes and a scenelet to write for that. Then it’s off to the Meatgrinder and other fun places.

Parts 2 &c. of ‘Free the Word’ are not forgotten, only delayed.

More from the Filthy Screed:

The Wardhall Grammary, in its inerrant truthfulness and spasmodic brilliance, offers these sage words on the subject of Nature:

‘This word is seldom used correctly, but there is widespread agreement as to its misuse. Two schools of thought are generally current: those who say that Man is a part of Nature, and those who deny it. The former frequently use the phrase human nature, meaning that their peculiar and vicious habits are to be excused because Nature is their author. The latter talk largely of preserving or protecting Nature, meaning that the plans, professions, and even the lives of their opponents are contrary to Nature and must therefore be abolished. Some adepts are sufficiently agile to belong to both schools simultaneously. For these, Nature is both a cloak of virtue for themselves and a stick with which to beat their enemies.’