It's odd that the destruction of a building can evoke feelings of sadness. It's just a building, bricks an mortar. It has no soul.
Oh but that building contains memories, those memories are its soul.
Memories of playing in the funhouse aged 8. Memories of riding the dodgems with a hangover after a friends wedding. Memories of running around it like a loon trying to find clues on a charity Jailbreak.
When I saw the news the other week I was devestated for Weston. The effect the destruction of the pier will have on the town is huge - it's the heart and soul of the community.
RIP Grand Pier, I just hope that your future isn't as glum as that of Brighton's East Pier.