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[themousepolice]

scottish accent

heres one i was reminded of over the weekend.........

10 years back on a trip to Scotland with guys who like visiting galas, railway preservation places and walking old lines i got bored of their hobby as being on trains all day i didnt really want to look at them when i wasnt at work and decided to split from the group for the afternoon in order to find someplace to explore.

around the fair town of Montrose, i forced myself past several pubs and eventually found, just off the road, a detatched forlorn house, unkept, grey and looking very solitary. gate hanging off its hinges, grass upto my waste either side of deshevelled path i proceeded upto the front of the house.

to one side there was a field with a sorry looking pony and cattle and a man, he clocked me approaching the house and made his way over to a wire fence and i waded through the wet grass to meet him at the boundary.
at this point try and put a thick Scottish accent in your mind, as being a 'southern softey' with no real acent i really had to listen hard just to understand the old fellow, ive no doubt yourselves may have been in a similar position when trying to talk to a jonny foriegner or indeed some old Glaswegian.

after a brief hello and some small talk (with 2 second gaps inbetween while my brain decifered what he was actually saying) i got to the point.......

me : "does anyone live in this house ?"

scot :" ney ****** lives there"

a bit crude i thought, must just be a local way of saying it i thought and he motioned with a quick jolt of his neck towards the house.
me :" that will do me, thanks very much"
and i proceeded to the front door. it was locked and quite sturdy so pressing my face to the side window and cupping my hands in the time honoured fashion i attempted to see waht was inside........

well it was like something out of the kids programme THE WOMBLES, newspaper wallpaper, clothes, magazines piled high, dead flys on the window cill. i was getting excited. i moved round to the side of the house and peered through the next window, once my vision had got used to the almost black net curtains i could make out more junk, really old furniture and even a scalectrix track.

the side of the house had really long grass, weeds and thorns and i stepped backwards while looking up see if there was an easy entrance, my concentration was aveerted slightly when i looked down at wet trouser bottoms and sodden trainers, at this point i thought i sore something move in one of the windows...........

thinking my mind was playing a trick i went around the back of the house, into what was a garden....... i started to get more suspicious when i noticed neat rows of vegetables in like an allotment patch with well attended cabbages and carrots.

scouting around i noticed a back door and started to make for it when the old Scottish man appeared, quite flustered and beconning me. i put 2 and 2 together and thought he must be using the vegetable patch for his own growing as the rest of the garden was so over grown it hadnt been tended in years.
then he shouted.....
"I TOLD YE, NEY ****** LIVES HERE"

" i know i heard you 1st time, didnt think you would mind if i just looked round, im not interested about your extra growing activities i just want to take a quick look"

at this he grabbed my arm a tried to urge me to the front, i shrugged him off but followed him anyhow as i didnt want to cause a fuss. when we reached the front door again he was about to knock the door whjen he noticed an envolope sticking out he letter box, he wrestled this free and trust it in my face.

"see, i told you ney ****** lives here"

reading the letter it was addressed to :

NATHAN THACKER
SUCH N SUCH HOUSE
SUCH NSUCH ROAD
MONTROSE
SCOTLAND

it then dawned on me. speechless with wet feet and not knowing what to say.... NEY ****** translated into the queens english was NATHAN THACKER.

as we walked away after replacing the letter he explianed that he lived next door and Nate was an old retired guy who was a bit of a hermit and not of sound mind. i think we would now say he just wanted to be alone or it was aspergers syndrome. i said sorry and we laughed about the misunderstanding and with one last look at the house from afar i went to the pub.

the morale of the story ? well i leave that upto you. (sorry for my poor spelling and keep smilling)

 

[Snips86x]

@themousepolice: Funny thing is I can see facial expressions while reading this. Great stuff. lol

 

[theasdaprice]

LOL I remeber a couple of funny urbex adventures in my teens.

1st, I was doing a explore on an industrial estate in Haslenere, when my mate shaun decided to ride his BMX over a piece of wood he's made into a ramp and smacked into a police car that had parked outside Royal Mail on police buisness. I watched in horror from the window and saw him get knicked!

2nd advenure was also in Haslemere in 2 boarded up cottages near the station that were at one point earmarked for a new library. (fail, it never happened!) Harry Sean and I decided to explore the attic, which was useful, as there was no wall inbetween and you could get to the other fire damaged cottage. ( for some reason both had the attic hatch st8 above the toilet bowl!) Anyway we had a look round both and then it was time to go, so we had to get up the dodgy stairs and stand on the boxing above the loo and walk up the wall. I got up, Shaun got up, but when Harry tried, disaster struck! Shaun had gone to look at the water tank above the back bedroom, as it was cast iron. As he walked over the bathroom, the rotting beam snapped, Sean grabbed the eves of the roof and harry got the beam straight in the head, sending Harry flying back into the room below and if that wasn't enough, half the celing as well. To make matters worse, the bathroom floor then gave way, sending harry another 12 feet down and landing on the kitchen floor.

We realised what had happened and helped Shuan back onto the beams and used the beams we used to get to the other side of the roof as quick as we could. We dropped down into the bathroom, back out the kitchen window and decided we needed to get help, but remain cool and not let people know what we had been up to. (Back then we didn't know about tresspass law)

So, we walked down the road, past the railway bridge to the library and walked up the main road and walked into the indian restaraunt and explained to a waiter that we heard someone screaming help from the boarded up cottages behind the restaraunt. He subciquently told us to leave. (*******!) We knew Harry needed urgent help, so next place was Alldays across the road. This time, we asked for the manager and we told him what had happened. Thankfully he beleived us and dialled 999. We ran up with him to the house where he shouted through the boarded up window and by now the indians had realised we were telling the truth.

They came out armed with a hammer a screw driver and what ever else they could find. We all worked to get the board off, but it was weded tight. Then Surrey Fire and Rescue came and used the jaws of life to cut the board off and then cut the door board off. Harry was taken to the Royal Surrey, where he suffered a major head injury, back trauma and a crushed pelvis. He made a full recovery and wasn't grilled too much by the police, apart from being told not to play in empty buildings. Thankfully for us lot he also kept his gob shut, though if it wasn't for our quick action, Harry may of died on that day.

The moral of this story.... Watch where you step, you don't know what's safe and what's not... Also if you have to go and get help, don't go to a indian, as without being racist, they are as much use as a chocolate calculator! The best thing to do is to always carry a charged mobile phone!

Through a discussion with a friend we thought this would be a good idea for a thread.

I love it when people put a story about their trip on their reports and I enjoy reading about other peoples experiences so I thought we should have a place to share those moments where something has gone wrong, or something funny has happened, or any urbex stories that you have which you would like to post.

I'll start off with one from one of our West Park visits, this was actually a "consolation" visit once we had failed to get into NGTE Pyestock and the Cambridge Military Hospital - we decided to take a different way into the asylum as opposed to the entrance everyone used (you all know about it but i'll stick to the rules and not mention access) anyway, we were walking along a path that ran beside the hospital which also passed the morgue and we heard some very obvious vandals/"chavs" trying to break their way into it, on further inspection (well, looking over the fence) we could make out the usual suspect tracksuits and white trianers with some odd language whilst they were trying to kick the door in, we decided to leave them and find our own way through the fence.

We got into the asylum eventually and while walking one of the corridors I noticed the vandals seemed to be following us at a distance, I didnt mention it to the group because there were many explorers there at the time (this was during the time where everyone visited west park), our next decision was to venture into the service tunnels (which, I may add are horrible, I wouldnt reccomend it unless you like massive dead spiders, live electricity and asbestos), we were about to climb under the hospital through a vent and I could see one of the undesirables climbing out the same window we did through the corridors that linked the wards, he looked over at what we were doing with a shocked expression and quickly hopped back over the window and started walking away from us at the quickest speed possible! Goes to prove some people really do have limits!

But after my rather unfunny story, does anyone have any better ones to share? Any memories, stories, anything that would be of interest to this thread? I'd love to read it.

Thanks!

 

[sparky.]

This Thread is brilliant

 

[PaulPowers]

While attempting to gain access to a certain cresent shaped building in Buxton I climbed a 9 foot fence, looking down from the top I couldn't see the ground for all the long grass and decided that to be on the safe side I would hang and drop down.

I didn't realise the actual ground level on the other side of the fence was another 4 foot drop so as I fell one of me feet clipped the wall and pushed me off balance, I ended up on my backside lay on a pile of rubble and stinging nettles.

The worse part was the ground floor of the building was bricked up and there was no way in so I had to climb back over the fence