It's a cold and wet night. The wind whipping the sea into foam, blown snow like across the road as we approach the White City complex. Holiday apartments, a seaside pub, amusement arcade and tonight's target.. Bogeys Nightclub.
Built circa 1960 the building is a symbol of bucket and spade holidays of the period. Cheap and cheerful accommodation adjacent to the beach with an amusement arcade, cafe, gift shop and nightlife all under one roof.
Business was booming well into the 90's but with the emergence of cheap flights, and escalating IOW ferry prices, the nations holiday habits changed. This complex along with the rest of the town became slowly more dilapidated as visitor numbers declined. The nightclub was still popular with it's regular 'grab a granny' nights and buy one get one free alcopops pulling in a crowd of locals but by late 2012 the entire site was closed for good.
It took a few tries but we could literally smell the access, that turgid sweet smell of rot and stagnant water. After contorting our way into the basement club we could see why, not just the stale drinks ground into the carpets but the lower dance floor is flooded. Climbing over furniture gave access to the entire club, untouched since the closing night, lost property, giveaway tshirts, the whole shebang.
And some fun..
The rest of the complex to follow when i can be bothered to sort through the photos..
Built circa 1960 the building is a symbol of bucket and spade holidays of the period. Cheap and cheerful accommodation adjacent to the beach with an amusement arcade, cafe, gift shop and nightlife all under one roof.
Business was booming well into the 90's but with the emergence of cheap flights, and escalating IOW ferry prices, the nations holiday habits changed. This complex along with the rest of the town became slowly more dilapidated as visitor numbers declined. The nightclub was still popular with it's regular 'grab a granny' nights and buy one get one free alcopops pulling in a crowd of locals but by late 2012 the entire site was closed for good.
It took a few tries but we could literally smell the access, that turgid sweet smell of rot and stagnant water. After contorting our way into the basement club we could see why, not just the stale drinks ground into the carpets but the lower dance floor is flooded. Climbing over furniture gave access to the entire club, untouched since the closing night, lost property, giveaway tshirts, the whole shebang.
And some fun..
The rest of the complex to follow when i can be bothered to sort through the photos..
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Cool, looking forward to the forthcoming reports.
