It was once one of Manchester’s tallest buildings in the 1930s but now it houses snotty office workers.
The first time I tried to get on top of this little beaut I ended up climbing out of a window onto a 3/4ft ledge and sat staring at the lightening strip that was going to help me climb to the roof. I re-accessed some basic principles and went and had a KFC instead.
The second time I visited this place, I was pretty sure the roof was a goer. Myself & Tweek spent some time checking out our different options in which time I found a key for the main building restoration office. After finding a bigger bunch of keys we set about trying nearly every door until a lovely security guard came by asking about why we had his keys ~ We tried to dump them, but he heard em rattling.