In my hometown of Newport...
...South Wales, there is a castle, after which the city was originally named. It lines the river Usk on the edge of the city centre and is sandwhiched between a busy roundabout and rail bridge.
It used to be accessible to the public and was a favourite haunt of the local goth/alternative population (of which I was a member at the time) until it was fenced off in the early 2000's. Probably owing to the fact that depressed teenagers kept throwing themselves in to the muddy banks of the Usk (no fatalities that i'm aware of. Just a lot of bother for the local emergency services).

Anyhow, since it was fenced off by massive spikey railings it's nigh on impossible to get to unless you're particularly daring, determined or a pigeon. So imagine my surprise when one day, driving toward town, I saw a trolley from the local supermarket wedged perfectly in to one of the window arches. Usually they just end up in the river but this was a work of genius.

After i'd finished laughing and narrowly avoided crashing in to the driver in front of me, I took a moment to consider the logistics of this herculean feat.
The arch was a good 30 - 40 foot up and the climb in itself wouldn't be easy due to the crumbling, mossy brick work. Not to mention the pigeon shit. Still, whoever it was had managed not only to circumnavigate the fencing, but climb the castle...with a trolley...and get it to fit perfectly in to the arch. I would like to find that person and shake them by the hand.

It's a shame they removed it.
(Megamoss, Fri 22 Apr 2011, 12:45, 1 reply)

Brilliant!
I live in Cardiff and get the train to Birmingham now and again, so I know the castle you mean. The mind boggles. o_O
(Draco Rattus ate all the pies on, Fri 22 Apr 2011, 14:16, closed)