It was to be our second visit to ‘Pavilions’, a club, come bar, come event residence. It was too big for a simple pub and was off the beaten track next to an active Chemical works.
If the Chemical workers spotted us, they didn't give a crap and after our first failure which included a fruitless climb onto the roof, I was not in any mood to back off.
...'you can still make reservations, and the booking site is still live, just click the link below. You know it will be a party like no other'...
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Pavilions supposedly folded in 2017, and was the target of a property developer until the plan was shelved due to toxic waste issues. A subsequent enquiry took place which was resolved with a big 'NO' for the same reason a few years later,
Toxic Waste is just that, and unless you are 'The Toxic Avenger' you could well melt after living in a brand new home next to a chemical factory breathing in those noxious gasses.
It looked the same as our first visit initially, besides around two hundred bags of dog-shit, which had been ditched close to one of the prospective access points.
I was wondering if the owner was the same one as Mossley Manor, who feverishly left random piles of shit around for explorers to stand in out of sheer malice.
For a derelict club, isolated and situated down a lonely lane there wasn't half a lot of cars using the free car park. The Chemical workers?
Head up the stairs and try your luck up there? It was all sealed, just like the first visit.
It was me who found the weak link for once, a sheet of corrugated iron which pulled back revealed a gaping hole a the front window. Besides the excessive noise of 'clanking tin', we got inside without much hassle.
Inside was trashed and it was with no great surprise this scene entered our vision. The white leather chair was almost intact with only one arm missing, however, sitting was not especially recommended.
The keys have all been nicked long ago, there would be no unlocked door to get out. It would be that rickety corrugated iron exit.
The gas bill tells me several things; British Gas is not going to get paid, that bill is enormous and 2017 is the year Pavilions went belly up. There’s some scribbling about instalments, but the Gas board look to want the lot or they will take it.
This is the reason I don’t sign up for direct debits with utility companies. No control over your own money. I make them wait weeks before I pay!
It’s poignant that Tina died just before our visit to ‘Pavilions’. Even more so that there was more ‘Tina’ material in my previous explore, ‘The Elms’. Was she pushing up from the grave and trying to tell us something?
This is behind what was left of the bar; amazingly the plastic shutters had not been vandalised, as pretty much everything else had.
The spiders have not done a very convincing job. A few more years and you might not be able to see through the gaps.
I will never understand why these wankers pull furniture away from the walls. I mean, what do they get out of it?
'Pavilions' was large inside, with room to host a lot of people, standing only it appeared.
It might seem to be light inside, but I needed the touch. The telltale yellow edging on my images gives it away.
@anidiotexplores pauses to take a photograph of the bar. This was starting to get a little samey and I was having a few yawning issues.
Look at that extra-long seating, enough to house forty arses side by side, or ten tramps all sniffing each at other's fetid socks.
A few rips here and there in the upholstery but quite serviceable if you ignore the broken windows, howling gale outside and sheets of rain pissing you through during the night.
There's been more than their fair share of 'Wankers' in 'Pavilions'. Isn't it great that they sign their names, so you know they were certified visitors?
It might be a large building but the scenery was getting quite repetitive. I looked hard for the hidden stash of porn behind those shutters but came up empty.
Those little rooms held nothing of interest unless you want to see toilets full of shit. Seriously, I am sparing you.
What machines, there’s fuck all in here besides bar varnished in a red-wood finish.
Yes, these are very fancy gates and I'm quite relieved to see I took no more snaps of that bloody bar.
One of the access points we tried before the window made itself known. I guess they rolled the beer barrels down these steps. It must have made some noise.
The dates on this contradict what I previously thought about the bust date. 2019, and yet one of those articles I linked mentions 2017.
The document underneath looks more interesting, some demand from a court. Sometimes I miss the juicy stuff.
‘Pavilions’ was underwhelming, one massive room and very little else. So long as the Chemical factory remains, there’s little chance it’s going to be flattened.
Other explorers take heed; you can visit, maybe get in and become extremely bored.
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