Tales of the Urban Explorer: The Revolution Nightclub

“Everyone’s been in here besides us, why is it so hard to find?”

I was getting frustrated. The access point was being purposely evasive and would be getting a serious reprimand once found, and maybe even a written warning.

Twice now we had visited "The Revolution Nightclub" and it was looking like a no-go yet again.

"The Revolution Nightclub" had several incarnations before its final demise that is unknown, and now will be converted to housing according to this article. It's dated 2020 and a year later, nothing has happened.

I do wonder if that final one, 'Club Faith' ever did open looking at this image from 2016. They seem upbeat about it in this article and yet inside, there was a complete absence of evidence.

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Some people are not destined to be successful, and these two bods fit into that category.

The front was well and truly sealed which left this fence to the right.

Behind it was dozens of bins, and we had approached it from both this and the other side which afforded us a hefty climb-down.

The previous visit had been in lousy weather and there would have been no reason to check some badly placed vertical boards that were soaked in water, and what's more, had a literal stream running down them.

“Here”, yelled an enthusiastic @anidiotexplores gently prising back the board and getting a decent slop of water on his head as a reward.

It was a question of speed, great speed unless you wanted to get thoroughly soaked. Get past the sopping piece of wood, don’t arse about and you’re and inside.

It was like entering a new world devoid of the wet stuff, but extremely dark. That’s a nightclub for you. Dark, dingy, seedy, and smelly at the best of times.

"The Revolution Nightclub" was all of these things. Tempting as it was, we both left the pigeon-shit-filled ladder rungs well alone.

The climbing utility looked stable enough, but at the cost of inheriting faeces covered hands.

It was named Revolution, then Livingstone's, and finally Club Faith. Why then is there a bunch of Revolution menus, bright and crisp waiting to be read and ordered from?

Could the new owners not be bothered re-naming anything besides the outside signage?

We never do go up the ladder; there could have been wonders up there.

Alas Rosemarie, were you trying to play the system? Working at a nightclub and claiming the dole. The plaintiff is clearly the government making demands of the nightclub.

They... don't appear to be bothered responding with the looks of things.

Gas cylinders; arsonists could have a whale of a time in here.

Is this it? I have seen some small nightclubs but this is extreme. Filling the dance floor would require about six people at most.

Jackpot! We were about to abandon our exploration and then stopped short.

Some other bastards had already guzzled them all. Disappointment set in quickly and we resigned ourselves to a non-vodka explore.

8oz Rump for just £5.95, a bargain. Vodka sauce included. Now I know why they needed that large stash.

As much as we searched there was no sign of 'Club Faith' memorabilia.

Most certainly written by the owners during open times. Rules must be imposed.

@anidiotexplores checks out the steps and finds them to be comparatively non-rotting and safeish.

It’s all about tickets if you want to get inside.

Disco lights, spares with the looks of things.

What's behind the curtains? Climbing the ladder is the only way to discover the mystery.

The dancer’s platform? It was dicey looking over the edge and felt like it was going to collapse any minute.

That Madonna gets everywhere.

It would not be an intimate nightclub without creaky narrow passages and stairs.

I do wonder if there was ever a safety railing to stop the dancer's failing to their deaths during the good times. Maybe health and safety was not a strong ideal for the owners of "The Revolution Nightclub"

Though there are rails to hold while descending the stairs, as well as cobwebs thrown in for good measure.

I am sure it was 'The LoveShack' once.

An invoice from 2000. The short names are interesting.

CAROLINE, HE-MAN, and PRICEY. Hmm, now what could they be?

Another invoice from the same year. The electricals must have needed some maintenance.

Quite good condition toilets. Watch your feet if you do turn on the taps.

I always check the ladies; it might not be quite as damaged as the blokes.

The newspaper is dated 1997. Gives me a better indication of when it was open.

I am not a fan of nightclub explores, but "The Revolution Nightclub" did give up a few secrets. Worth a visit for sure, but possibly gone by now.

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