Musings, on life, universe and the daily small happenings within our 'compound' (the hothouse) concerning writing, music, gardening and jam making, etc. firstname.lastname@example.org
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Building No 32
No need to say much really, other than I got honked at by furious cabbies as I held the traffic up gawping at this edifice somewhere in East London.
Such wonderful folly.
I wonder if the inside of the building has been designed the same way . . .