Possibly one of the last "clean" Grey Ghost cars in captivity.
It was securely marshalled behind tight weldmesh with not
even enough room to squeeze your body in between comfortably..
Situated right on the Mainline at Redfern outside the old
maintenance sheds we thought it was a good idea to
just massacre the fence to access the virgin mammoth..
Which all sounded well and good.. But pretty fucked up.
On arrival after assessing the assignment we realised
we could cut our labour in half by clipping the wire that secured
the mesh in place and then cut a few uprights and lift it..
The whole length of the car..
Now about 20 metres and an hour or more into the mission
we needed some steel poles to support the weight of it.. Hah!!
Found some freakishly located close by, so we propped
up the tent and let the circus begin.. We had to cut it into
8ft lengths cause it was far to heavy and buckled the supports...
The thought of so many kilos of steel looming over your head
made you a little nervous but this bitch was now ours
for the taking...
Seccos came really close by in the building next door and startled
us, so we dropped the fence and left, stashed our paint on the lines
and noticed 5.0 sweeping the massive vacant lot with spotties
towards the back of this old yard (we were now outside)..
We crept passed and got to the safety of the car.
As we hit the lights and pulled out, 5.0 drove into the darkened
street we were in, did a u-turn and followed us for about 6 blocks..
They hooked it off, so we headed to the other side of Redfern back
on track to finish..
I was buggin about the surface, with vents, boxes and hand rails,
so different from a Briso rattler or the standard ridges on an
EMU/SMU car..
Next thing was like "Fark, it's like 8am, the suns fully up!!"
Services are all go for the new day and we were still fuckin
around doing do-dads.. Time to jet..
So we head back up to Redfern Platform not even ducking from
trains..
This piece of decaying machinery now brought to life, sat there
for 2 years untouched bringing joy to thousands of commuters
daily..
Until one day it disappeared without a trace...
Perso Jiesk Reals
Seemso visited and got the pleasure of sleeping on my
floor for a weekend, no mattress, just a sheet and a pillow..
We were full swing into the Bline Krush campaign,
fuelled on 3 square meals of MacD's and Hungrys for
2 days. Every night we took to the lines painting, and
every day racing around getting flicks.
When we bailed into here, at the last minute i thought
we got spotted by security.. I sort of flipped out as i was
climbing over the fence and launched myself onto the
other side to quickly get onto the trackside out of sight,
stupidly not noticing a train on approach, i looked up to
see the driver jump out of his seat as he spotted me. If he
wasn't on the opposite track i would of absolutely shit
bricks cause there is only about a 6ft gap between the
siding and the rails..
We left and come back later as trains were going slow with
the obvious report out of some idiot jumping onto the lines..
The so called secco was a couple of drunks having a leak
behind the buildings..
We all lived happily ever after...
Dirty Silvers - Photos by Marty
Rockin the double "E" for Jeeps
Blood spill - Someone wrote on the wall "Party don't
stop till the cops kick the door in and shoot somethin
somethin in the morning (i can't remember, i'm sure
it's lyrics i've heard before) which dragged out onto the
floor...
We pumped these out quick before dark
I wanted out before the vagrants came back in...
More dirty silvers..
Explore, paint and paint some more....
Random shots
The Kelly's formal suit hire (whatever) factory was another
massive joint. It consisted of a 2 level linked floor in sort of a
U-shape. It was well run down by the time we got there.
The photographers got onto it and let me know about it..
Next weekend there we were, again amazed by another
playground left to rot away, we made this our next daytime
spot to hit on a regular..
Once we were startled by this guy sporting a laptop on his
shoulder like a ghetto blaster cranking music.
He seemed oblivious to us and the world around him
This place was frequented by heaps of writers and home to
many people, some who seemed pretty well set up with bedding
and bongs on their bedside tables and shit like that..
There was a really sinister feel to it once inside. I dunno how
long it was closed down for but the place has gotta have some
dark history..
In another room setup we found a leather Hannibal Lecter mask,
which was freaky.. After seeing that i decided not to disturb his
space anymore and creep past that spot in the future..
On another visit i swear that he had some sort of booby trap
contraption set up behind his door, like a swinging bollard that
would smash you if you unsuspectingly opened it..
I also met a young homeless girl around 18 who lived in a fortified loft
with heaps of bedding and quilts in the vacant building next door. It
looked warm, comfortable and safe but nothing a match wouldn't fix.
Sometimes we would use this place to gain access if there was too
much action in the car park. I was shocked to learn she seemed to
happily live there, she'd pop her head out and say hello occasionally
as we had to climb up the wall to get to a small window..
Once while doing this on a Saturday morning, myself and the
2 photographers tried to get in this way and left some video guys
outside, we were setting up for a band shoot and there was
construction going on in the area, so we had to try and sneak in with
all this equipment. You had to crawl under a 2 foot gap under a
roller door..
While sussing the logistics of the task 2 blokes who i thought were
D's burst in, but they were the worst looking junkies, about 40 odd
(the kind you'd give a hundy to at the pub and he'll off someone for ya)
They looked rough as guts.. And there wasn't an easy escape..
"what are you doing in here?" they asked abruptly..
We replied "Taking photos"
They growled back "Have you seen a chick living in here?"
"No!" I replied, not wanting to give up any info to them.
Not knowing their intentions, thinking she is tucked up in her fort
listening in to whats going on..
I tried to change the subject slightly..
"what are you doing?" They interrupted - To my reply "Taking photos..
"They snapped "Are ya a fukin cop are ya?"
I snapped backed saying
"Nah, what are you's fukin cops or somethin?"..
Bad move Realsy...
They flared right up.. The only thing separating me from them
was a small pile of rubble, which i kept in between us..
They had arms flying everywhere, going off for a few minutes,
getting right up in my face, i had my trusty baton gripped tightly
in my hand in my right pocket.
Suddenly they clicked and headed to a room, took off their
shirts, then belts as one removed a package..
They looked up at us again then slammed the door shut..
We were outta there, one of the photographers was
white as a ghost. He soon told me the guy up in my face had
2 uncapped syringes that i didn't see.. I couldn't see past the
crazed look in his eye...
Fuck one more story and I'm out... I dunno about you
but my eyes are stinging..
The last time i ever went there i was doing some stupid
shit for the photographers.. You'd think i was having a picnic.
Me and Jiesk just had 2 really close police calls on trackside
over the last 2 weeks so i thought I'm staying chill this
particular weekend and not going out at night...
Luckily this day i was standing on a stool which allowed me to
see straight out the windows. I was painting the ground level
right inside the main door as i heard a car pull up on the gravel.
I look over my shoulder to see blue & red lights and the box
shape of a paddy wagon. I hit the ground running, frantically telling
the photographers to run as i fumbled and picked up as much shit
as i could, leaving behind all my paint. .
Running into the next room (pitch black) I tripped and
supermanned across the floor. cans and nozzles going
everywhere. I was disgusted.. Got up, my loose pants were falling
down, it was so graceful believe me...
I scrambled upstairs, gripping my dacks, managed to stash my
camera safely, maintained composure and kept on the move
across, the factory floor stealthfully...
They followed..
I ran back downstairs, I could hear their boot steps
stomping on the floorboards above and used it to my advantage,
plus knowing the joint inside out helped.. So i repeated the above
actions, circling around till I was out of breath and had to hold up
in this dark, seedy, old bathroom tucked well away..
I let the photographers go on to cover for me as I sat in there
for 20 minutes catching my breath.
I got the call, they just left. No one got questioned, my paint didn't
get found..
"Maybe we should just leave, now that they're gone" Marty said..
"If they're gone, we can finish" I replied..
They were shocked and couldn't believe I was serious..
I painted as quickly as i could and swore now I'd never come back..
There is more to this story but it's for another time...
I knew things happened in 3's but i thought since it's not trackside i
thought it would be all good but nah... It's me we're talking about...
It's now demolished
Found online
"Now i got enough Buda to last me and my family for the
rest of our lives.. I"M RICH BIARTCH!!" Honk! Hooonnnk!!
