I decided to throw out a rooftop blog, even though there's absolutely nothing particularly impressive about the location or the shots. Rooftopping tends to be a hobby that people rarely share my enthusiasm for, which is fine by me because part of the appeal is people-watching from a position of solitude. I've made absolutely no secret of the fact that the sport came about as a coping mechanism for mental health issues, but somehow this led to the creation of the original blog "Shrewsbury from where you are not," where the views are quite frankly gorgeous, and I've now expanded into the realm of rooftop photoshoots with stunning models. However, being an addict, and also to not disappoint the viewers at home since no canned-laughter was ever uttered at the sight of me sat naked in my house casually eating crumpets, I look for rooftop access in pretty much every town I end up visitin, and Crewe was no exception.
I was here, as some of you know, to check out the Limelight, but I didn't want to move on just yet.
I'm not really a fan of Crewe's architecture though. Compared to the likes of Shrewsbury it's a teeeeeny bit on the bland side. What I am a fan of is the multi-cultural aspect of Crewe. Some shops felt like whole other countries. I'm ridiculously open minded and accepting. I don't care who you are, where you're from, what you look like or who you sleep with, as long as you're not a cunt.
Now in regards to rooftopping, my favourite sport, I can honestly say that with the expansion of my blogs radar, rooftopping in other towns is going to be a regular occurance, and in many ways that's not a bad thing. In Shrewsbury I wasn't ever the only one doing it, but this new generation of Shrewftoppers is about as subtle as the holocaust, so it's probably best that I take a backseat for now. This would have annoyed me at one point, given that, as I said, this was my coping mechanism, and having the human race invade my sandbox after I wasn't welcome in theirs is a bit of an irritant. But doing something controversial in a small town has taught me something special- Own your eccentricities and the world will conform to you.
Rooftopping is fun. It really is. There's nothing I enjoy more than getting up somewhere high and pretending to be a pigeon. I have yet to find someone who will make love to me while I'm dressed as a pigeon, but in the internet age, it's a matter of time.
Usually I go rooftopping after nightfall, for the stealth element, and also because towns look prettier under a long exposure. However the sun was very much still up and in no rush to vanish when I had the impulsive urge to scale buildings in Crewe, so there's not an awful lot that I can do to make this blog interesting.
But I had fun, and that's what matters!
Down below, Crewe seems to be sparsely populated. I'm sure at the weekend it's a little more crowded, but I wouldn't know. I've never been here before.
I'm liking this view though. I might have to come back here at night to get some long exposures.
There's a random chair up here.
Old shop signs too. I think the shop I'm on top of is actually vacant, but a means of entry didn't exist.
Aaaaall the way over there is a shopping centre, and as you can see this vantage point is where the flat roof comes to an end. Beyond this point it's all sloped tiled rooftops. This might put off inexperienced rooftoppers, but I wanted to see just how close to the shopping centre I could get via rooftop.
Down below, the general public are doing their thing. None of them saw me. That's the amazing thing about rooftopping in unsuspecting towns. Humans don't naturally look up.
However, this doesn't mean one has 100% guaranteed stealth. Humans are also herd animals. It just takes one to spot me, and the other humans will notice them looking, and instinctively turn to see what they're looking at. Children are the worst, because they do look up naturally, given that all the other humans are taller than them, and given that they are naturally more inquisitive and adventurous.
Adult humans also fall victim to the Someone-Elses-Problem effect. This occurs when a human encounters something that they cannot, or don't want to rationally explain, causing the occurance to vanish in a puff of subconscious dismissal. As long as the folks on ground level only get a glancing look and one doesn't stick around, the Someone-Elses-Problem effect is a rooftoppers best friend. The observers thought process goes something like "I thought I saw someone on that roof... ah well, I fancy a Greggs."
Speak of the devil!
The view from that scaffolding is probably good. But alas, there were workers on it.
There's a sign for some business. What is it with businesses in Crewe and leaving their stuff on the rooftops? Do they not have cellars?
Aaaand here we are right across the street from the entrance to a really small Shopping Centre.
It seems a little mean to call it small. I'm sure it serves the people of Crewe well. I went in there to find a toilet afterwards, and somehow failed miserably.
Anyway, thats all I have from the awesome world of Crewftopping, for now. I'm sure I'll find an excuse to come back here at some point.
As far as blogs go, this is a snack. The main course is coming up next, in a bloody mysterious, historic and frankly bizarre location, which should hopefully include a video by my new accomplice, Jess. We're finally breaking onto Youtube, and we're doing it better than last time because unlike me, Jess knows her shit.
After that is another snack blog, as I head to the coast for some military stuff.
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