Eschewing all concern for my personal safety I managed to breach the building's sophisticated security protocols through a combination of social engineering, misdirection and a crowbar ...oh and a spot of cold-blooded murder. I know Quakers are pacifists, but sometimes you've just got to live a little, and keep your mind open to new experiences.
Fear not, I wore a prosthetic, dual-sided Aaron and John face mask so as to evade capture should I be caught on any CCTV cameras.
|My glamorous assistant, Gizmo, demonstrates how to get there|
|The ground floor atrium leading to the lower conference rooms and main hall.|
Note the fancy fairy cakes - they must have been expecting me.
|Not all the gravestones were buried under concrete to make way for the car park.|
These remnants can be found above the Bootle Street entrance to the side of the building. No-one was home.
|Left: the Central Street developer's entrance|
Centre: the door they would have used to reach the 'dungeons'. No idea what that sign means.
Right: the corridor leading to the 'dungeons' from the Bootle Street entrance