We took a cab to Euston Station and then made our way down a rather gloomy stretch of road. I couldn't help glancing around nervously but thankfully we weren't mugged or murdered.
So...yay.
We came to a corner marked by this derelict Victorian building, its turrets and balconies and crumbling grandeur more than a little bit out of place on the Hampstead Road.
It's an abandoned hospital.
An abandoned Gothic hospital.
With its own f*****g graveyard.
That we were visiting in the middle of the night.
Holy s**t, we were going to die.
"I'm not sure-"
"I said come on."
Jessi pulled herself over the fence in a flurry of fishnets and boy shorts and, after a moment, I followed. Nearly impaling a bollock along the way and landing heavily on what was probably a dead person. A very-long-time
