| TrinityC ( @ 2006-11-12 14:40:00 |
| Current mood: | distressed |
| Current music: | Muse - Knights of Cydonia |
*cries*
edwards no 8 destroyed by fire
Fuck.
I wouldn't exactly say spiritual home, but I practically lived in this place when I lived in Birmingham, and it was the only rock club left from those days, the only place we ever went back to. I was there a month or so ago with
redwendi and
samphirette. And now it's gone.
This keeps happening to the places I love. When I lived in Coventry, the pub we used to go in, with the only decent rock night in town, was burnt out one night. It never opened again as we knew it, only as one of those hideous yellow 'Scream' student pubs. It had a rock night for a bit but it wasn't the same.
And now Edwards. I have to admit I'd wondered how long it'd stay open, given that posh new apartment blocks have been going up all round it and the sort of people who live there probably don't want a scuzzy little rock club in the area (which makes me wonder if this was a pre-emptive strike or an insurance job - but why do it on a Saturday night when there were 500 people inside?). I note that the fire service 'believe' everyone got out. I fucking hope everybody did.
Fuck. I'm rather wishing I hadn't looked at the 'in pictures' story because it's got me in pieces, that beautiful building just a burnt-out shell...all the amazing artwork on the walls, gone, the place I had *so* much fun, made *so* many friends, just...gone. Burnt. Gutted. And fuck,
__undertherose, this means I'll never get to take you there. Which means you'll never get to see where Matthew met the Twins. Which means...fuck. Bastards. Just...bastards.
It'll be yuppie flats before a year has passed.
(Sorry I haven't been around, by the way. Work is insane, the rest of my time seems taken up with various things, including work, and I just haven't really felt like updating. Thought this merited it though.)
I'm going to go away again now. See you all...whenever.
distressed