Emley Moor Transmitter

Well where to begin!? I first got erected in 1956. I was 135m (445ft.) tall and I brought the first independent television transmissions to the Yorkshire area. I was a bit shit back then.
In order to improve reception in outlying areas, I was torn down and resurected (the new christ) in 1964 as a new 365m (1265ft.) mast. Yeah you fucking know that's like, well high!
I was a cylindrical steel mast whose design regularly attracted a coating of ice in cold winter weather. The ice formed on not only My slender body itself but also on the supporting cables, which added a considerable amount of weight to the structure and created a serious hazard as the ice thawed and fell.
On the 19th of March (1969) the weight of the ice and the severe winds caused me to buckle and collapse resulting in a loss of service to 6 million viewers and, temporarily, my life.
"The crash of the falling structure could be heard from miles around. Amazingly no one was killed or seriously injured in the accident."
My second death was indeed, epic as fuck. Alot of people had steam in their pants that day. And rightfully so.
After my dramatic collapse local people were unsurprisingly insistent that they did not want another mast on Emley Moor and certainly not one that was so close to where people lived, but this was a prime location... unsurprisingly indeed they have good reason to fear me. I will kill your baby children, your wife and your grandparents.
the thought actually amuses me
Satan didn't listen to their concerns, and he brought me back as the satan. The antithesis of christ. The dark lord. The Cock of Doom. I am now a stronger, curved concrete tower which, happily, has withstood the test of time.
I am now the tallest self-supporting television mast in Britain standing at a height of 330m (1083ft.). My concrete section reaches to 275m (900ft.) and at this level there is an observation room which is reached by a maintenance lift. The lift journey takes 7 minutes to complete! Any bitches out there slut enough to deep throat this, message me or commentz plz.
At the top of my 900 foot concrete base is a 55m (180 ft.) steel lattice mast which carries the transmitting aerial panels.
I am not open to the public, but trips to my viewing platform have, in the past, been offered as competition prizes.
On a clear day, I can see in through your window, and watch you sleep.
On those extremely windy days, I feel quite unstable.