Why are we closing all our nightclubs.

Lately I find myself reflecting and considering which path I wish to walk. The path a man takes can lead to success or failure. Success is personal. One man’s success can be another man’s failure. That is the beauty of life. We all have our own hopes and dreams and the path a man takes will determine how they are perceived in history. Did he succeed or did he fail? At times ones success can lead to another’s failure. The harsh reality of life. We give and we take, but some take more than others.

The success of London has brought even more wealth to the city. Those with the right investments are laughing as they build ‘luxury homes’ and increase profit. Living in central London has become a right only those in elite positions can enjoy. It is for white collar city workers who dab in a bit of charlie during the lunch rush. We as Londoners are becoming metallic and soulless. The artist has been priced out. There are no more creators, just financial advisers and lawmakers. More and more luxury properties are being built. Space has to be made, someone has to fail for these properties to succeed.

In 2005 there were 3,144 clubs and now there are 1,733.

London is home to some of the biggest partying venues. Fabric, Ministry of Sound, Brixton Electric to name a few, but recent years has seen a witch hunt for the night creature. We have become prey to the property developer. In 2015 it was announced that we will soon see the closure of an iconic venue, the Coronet in Elephant and Castle. After 138 years the venue will be closing it’s doors.

What people don’t seem to understand is that a nightclub is the community hall of the night creepers, it is a cultural centre for the raver. And what is being offered in their place… Luxury properties. Yea alright Dave. It’s simple, these affordable properties will be left empty and barren, yearning for some life, for a soul to enter their domain. They will answer and enter the desolate shelter in their masses with, massive boom boxes and intrinsic strobes. Faces wired and eyes wide open. The floors will once again be jumping. Night creatures will swarm to the sound of rhythmic base and the walls will reverberate and echo through the dark skies. The illegal rave. The show must go on!