Arts/events Venue

Somewhere between playschool and prison… or more… Activity center. The doors are brightly coloured to cubicles. The venue is hosted by huge railway arches, man-made caverns.
The toilets occupy one arch, high ceilings rocking overhead. Thick dusted brickwork and strip lights strung at jaunty angles. The venue sometimes operates as a nightclub venue, this had been the case recently as the debris of drunken poor aim and discarded drinks a sticky wedge of lime pressed in the base of a glass. Trying to find a respectable space here is not as simple as it would have seemed. I’m on my own again, whilst here in the toilet. But it’s such a communal space, even appears to be mixed gender. I stand at the washbasins chunked in right at the center of the room. I can feel people milling around, chatting, their leftovers in glasses on the floor, or balanced on the back of the sink. There’s a clear social feeling, echoing into the daytime …the clean up … the set up …today.