I grew up a mile from here, and have walked past it a hundred times without ever going in. It's weird how the boundaries of your childhood seem sacred. This always feels like someone else's territory. Similarly going out with a girl who was three years below me at school would seem wrong, and yet going out with a canadian much younger seemed okay. if this street was in some Italian town, I would have no qualms about wandering about, so, as they are going to demolish the buildings and under the cover of fog, I decided to investigate.