One Hundred and Fourty One

Superlative Nomenclature, Drain, Accrington

So, Accrington [whats occuring?] is slowly edging into one of my favourite places to venture underground (is that normal? probably not). The town itself doesn't do much for me, It's weird, the people there seem to be a slight irregular mutation of scummy Scouser mixed in with two tablespoons of Mancunian. It's an odd mix, and one even my Grandmother wouldn't approve of (she prefer's baking Scones).

teh Oval Pipe.

Anyway, LittleMike's mad bust-up of the underground scene uncovered the oddity that goes by the name of Superlative Nomenclature. Words cannot describe such and insanely odd place, filled with sweets and treasure. Okay maybe no sweets or treasure but its pretty cool. Enjoy.

junction mad posery

station platform

creative posery theft from jd.

More Accrington madness soon. soon soon soon, Goodbye.

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