Upstairs, I walked along the creaky balcony to a toilet which I never knew existed, and maybe a lot of staff connected with this characterful but wilting venue have forgotten does too. Rotting like an abandoned room in a haunted house, the sinks are decorated with spots of green sludge.
A sign above one of the scaley taps read drinking water. Not for me. The building’s future remains an ongoing dilemma. It needs some serious cash in order to recall better days, but is this one of the ‘much loved’ properties the council is once again preparing to live without?