There is something mysterious about strangers homes. Maybe it is because you glimpse a tantalizing and voyeuristic snap of someone else’s life as you briefly look in through a window as you walk by. ‘ People Watching’ is an inherent part of our nature and nothing is more personal than watching people in their homes.

Well after a walk along the mid-promenade between the lift at the Concorde 2 and the shops in Madeira drive I noticed possibly the strangest and slightly disturbing looking home I have seen for some time. (There is worse in London).

While I fiddled with the camera to get a good shot I realised that there was music playing from within. My imagination ran wild as I pictured a den of insalubrious activities. After chatting with friends I think its some kind of art studio, how dull. So look at these pictures but think serial killer, or demented resident its much more fun.

By the way Flatpig are a punk band so I guess this place might be linked to them or have fans living in it. Who knows?