A review of the place that I found online - Jesus Hiroshima Christ, this place is weird! Stepping into the musty burrow that is the Cabin Club, you find yourself seriously pondering whether you just stumbled through a rip in the space-time continuum, ending up in 1988. Either that or the whole building just belched its way into the future and the only way you'll recognise the customers' faces is from missing persons posters in your neighbourhood.

There's just something forlorn and eerie about the place. For starters, it's huge. Walking past the bar you'll find a dance floor. Cross that and descend the stairs to find another one. From here you can take one of forty labyrinthine corridors, all leading off to deserted dance floors, dim bars and booths where shadowy figures drink and grumble.

Adding to the pervading sense of ghoulishness is the fact nothing seems to have been altered in twenty years. Date-stamped photographs depict parties of frizzy perms and fading grins. Business cards with 'carphone' numbers are pinned to the walls. We tried ringing some of them once but got no answer, imagining ancient brick phones suddenly coming to life in far-flung attics.

Put simply, the Cabin Club is an oddity, but a must-see. There's great fun to be had picking out all the chunks of weirdness and wondering what room contains the bodies, but ultimately the only reason anybody would go there would be for the same reason they go to freak shows, to gawp.