with Rookie, Millhouse and Gone
Better late than never..
The first stop on our little trip to London (catas, lots road)back in November was the Camden Catas. While not strictly catacombs in the proper sense of the word (they were just used for storing and moving horses in the 19th Century rather than any crazy religious practices) they are underground and name kind of rolls off the tongue - which is why I guess the name has stuck.
Once on the Camden lock, It didn't take us long to find the probable entrance to the catas - only problem was the stupid amount of people milling about (it is one of London's top tourist districts after all..). We hopped over the bridge and began inflating our argos dingy (in super stealth day glo orange) thinking we were out of sight.
We weren't.
I looked up to a see a 6 year old Spanish girl, who must have been dawdling behind her mother staring down at me over the lip of the bridge. She gave me a look as if to say "aren't you a bit to old for this nonsense old bean?" before calling her mum and serenading me (to the tune of Nerr nerr ne nerr nerr) with:
"They're in the rubbbbishhhh".
hmmphh... This is doing nothing for my street cred.
We got our vessel on the water and me and Millhouse jumped in - the plan being to do some kind of two and fro - picking up Gone and Rookie in shifts until we were all there like one of those fox, chicken, sheep and boat type puzzles they used to give you at school on rainy days.
That catas were ok - but they've been bricked up in a lot of parts, and a couple of the them have been renovated, probably to expand the clubs and bars located above.
To avoid more pissing about with the toy sized dingy - we thought it'd be a brilliant idea to escape on a massive block of styrofoam.
Once out, we spent a good hour sculking about trying to find the "Camden Rat Hole" with no luck what so ever, and after consoling ourselves with some Morrisons reduced sandwiches, we headed into the City for some rooftops.