After watching a ton of lonely blokes walk home from surrounding nightclubs myself and Millhouse stood infront of the giant fencing that surrounds the library. Fresher’s were being pushed out of clubs left, right and centre along with a constant stream of taxi drivers passing by.
With only slight difficulty the fence was bypassed and we swiftly legged it to the scaffolding,
a cheeky dive over some poles and a sprint up the stairs got us to the roof.
Once up top we climbed the last piece of half finished sketchy scaffolding, planted our arses and got some snaps.