[Acrylic-bob]

If you wandered along the backstreet shown in Atarah's last picture, and no one was looking. You could climb into the Hippodrome through a street level window. Very dark and dirty was the corridor you climbed into, but if you followed it along you eventually came out onto the stage. There were skylights above, so there was actually lots of light. The Asbestos safety curtain had been lowered but vandals had cut holes in it so that you could swing out over the Orchestra pit from a great rope that hung from the fly tower. The remains of the house curtain was strewn in great mouldering swathes of crimson over the front seats of the auditorium. Wandering around in the gloom at the back of the theatre there appeared to be what was once the Gents. On the wall someone had painted a huge Vargas - style bathing beauty. Funny how we were not in the least bit concerned about Rats.