• And, as usual, I've come here to live vicariously through YOUR experiences, like some kinda bizarre interrogator.


    Tell me your derelict house stories, or, failing that, just a nearby derelict structure, a boat, anything. I mean, as I kid and then a teenager, I had two or three derelict houses which I visited with my mates, but ...I can't help feeling that I never quite appreciated them as much as I should have.

    What did it feel like? Did you go upstairs? Could you see through the broken floorboards into the floor below? Was there any stuff left in there? Which did you fear more, tramps or ghosts? Did you smash some stuff or leave the whole place REVERENTLY intact, because you suspected the derelict house was somehow a metaphor for your soul? Is it still there now?

    TELL ME.