
The old penguin enclosure, London Zoo, where people had watched penguins since 1934

Bojanglez Nightclub, Guildford, where people had listened to terrible, terrible music for god knows how long just because it was there (we went every Wednesday when I was at university down that way.)
Interstingly, the latter has since been broken into and explored. Look:
There we go: some sort of metaphor for all that is good and bad with the world, with the penguin enclosure still beautiful and the nightclub perhaps resembling the set of some post-apocalyptic theatre production called “Rotten to the core: how shit things will always end up shit”, which is another good life lesson perhaps. (Not that nightclubs are bad and penguin enclosures are good, just that these ones represent those two polarities quite well).
Bojanglez! Didn’t Cheryl Cole slap an toilet attendant in there? Quiche slices in a nightclub. Only in Guildford. Good to see Michel Harper still has grand plans – http://www.getsurrey.co.uk/news/s/2103238_inspector_tells_michel_harper_to_tear_down_annexe
I think that was in Harper’s, which is (was) about two minutes round the corner and must have been owned my your man there.
(Harper’s was regularly closed/renamed/opened/closed/renamed, incidentally)
This reminds me of Brian Ulrich’s recent work on empty retail spaces: http://notifbutwhen.com/projects/copia/dark-stores/
There is something strangely haunting about large empty spaces that were originally built with such purpose
When I’m having a big night out, I know that the most important aspect of choosing which club to go to is whether or not they do a quiche slice.