Sports fans burned my object.
So I had this really cool object, 400ft disused factory chimney, single outside ladder straight up. Bottom of the ladder chopped off about 10 or 12ft up, no big deal to get to using some stuff lying around the place, security patrol once or twice a day, otherwise it was a deserted, unwatched industrial wasteland. This was like a special treat jump, didn't do it much because the climb was such a mindfuck but the jump was that much sweeter for it. This was one to savour, the feeling the moment my feet left the object first time I jumped it is still the absolute epitome of slider down BASE for me
So I turn up today after a few months away wanting to reconnect with an old friend, walk up across the fields to the back fence, there's a tiny bit of extra fencing that wasn't there last time but still a gap to squeeze through where it joins the woods. Walk over to where the pile of pallets I use as a step ladder are, most of them have been broken up but there's still a useable one, cool. Then look at the base of the chimney...
Fucking ladder's gone. Nothing but a few rust stained stanchion holes every few yards until the new bottom of the ladder, 50 feet up in thin air on a sheer, featureless concrete wall. Unreachable. So stand there gawping at it for a minute wondering what I'm going to do with the rest of my evening when a couple of security guards come round the corner in a Jeep, take me back to the guard house and call the police. Fuck! (Cops didn't show, just ran a background check, found nothing and called back an hour later telling security to give me a bollocking and a lift back to where I'd left the car

So was chatting to the guards while we were waiting, trying to find out what the hell had happened to the place (as far as I know it was almost never jumped, too many easier climbs around). Turns out they used to get loads of feckin' idiots e-mailing the site manager telling him they were going to climb up it and he couldn't stop them. What the hell, man - who does that? Then, final straw, during the World Cup this summer some soccer fans climbed it during the night and hung a bloody massive great English flag from the top. Un-fucking-believable, talk about leave nothing but footprints

The death of a great object because a couple of look-at-me wankers wanted to celebrate another bunch of overpaid wankers who lost 4-1 to Germany
