Does The Nightclub Really Exist?

I am beginning to wonder if the nightclub is just a figment of our imaginations.

I think management is stringing us along as we eagerly anticipate the opening of the new nightclub - purely to keep us coming back in the hope that perhaps that night it might be open.

For crap's sake, it doesn't take four months to renovate a room that size (unless, of course, the first two months were spent fumigating and de-stickifying the floors).

I mean, what are they doing, growing the cotton from scratch so they can weave the carpet?

While the uncarpeted stairs and plasterboarded walls suggest something may well be going on inside, there is nothing to say that it's not part of the scam. (By the way, doesn't having exposed wires in a public area violate occupational health and safety regulations in some way? One would have thought so. But then again, so does having poo in the ice, and that never stopped the hole before).

Am I the first one to call the Emperor's New Clothes on the nightclub? Is the whole elaborate sham beginning to unravel? Will Pete ever get his teeth fixed? Only time will tell...