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   On Feb 18, 2026 at 11:15:57 AM EST, "Wilson" wrote:   
      
   > On 2/18/2026 11:07 AM, Tara wrote:   
   >> On Feb 18, 2026 at 11:00:04 AM EST, "Wilson"    
   wrote:   
   >>   
   >>> On 2/18/2026 10:36 AM, Julian wrote:   
   >>>> On 18/02/2026 15:28, Wilson wrote:   
   >>>>> On 2/17/2026 6:20 PM, Tara wrote:   
   >>>>>> Tara wrote:   
   >>>>>>> On Feb 17, 2026 at 4:24:25 PM EST, "Julian"    
   >>>>>>> wrote:   
   >>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> I’ve got a new thriller out this week, under my pen name of S.K.   
   >>>>>>>> Tremayne. I am pleased with the book, and I believe it’s   
   >>>>>>>> entertaining. I   
   >>>>>>>> am also aware that, in a tough and competitive market, that may not be   
   >>>>>>>> enough for it to succeed. I am even more aware that readers might   
   >>>>>>>> decide   
   >>>>>>>> the book is dreck. They might give me one star reviews, and no sales.   
   >>>>>>>> Then the book will crater, my publishers will probably abandon me, and   
   >>>>>>>> my nice career will drift to an end.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> And that, of course, is how it should be. No one in any career is   
   >>>>>>>> entitled to a free ride. That especially applies to people who get   
   >>>>>>>> to do   
   >>>>>>>> a desirable, creative job such as novel writing. Whether you’re a   
   >>>>>>>> writer, actor, director, sculptor or musician – if you want that   
   >>>>>>>> enviably fun creative profession, you live and die by public approval;   
   >>>>>>>> and if you are bad, goodbye.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> Unless, of course, you are an architect. I was reminded of this   
   >>>>>>>> peculiar   
   >>>>>>>> anomaly by last week’s furore over the latest architectural wart to   
   >>>>>>>> attach itself to London’s battered face: the already notorious   
   >>>>>>>> ‘Belgrove   
   >>>>>>>> House’, that now dominates a prime corner of Euston Road, where it   
   >>>>>>>> sits   
   >>>>>>>> right next to King’s Cross and St Pancras.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> I presume it has been situated in London after the original design was   
   >>>>>>>> rejected by a horrified Uzbek government, as being too ugly for   
   >>>>>>>> Tashkent.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> If you have not seen it yet, the best way to get a sense is to look at   
   >>>>>>>> photos like the one here.   
   >>>>>>>> https://x.com/ianvisits/status/2020440287785443433   
   >>>>>>>> Briefly. The second best way is for me to describe it, but that is   
   >>>>>>>> actually quite hard. Because it’s difficult to verbally capture this   
   >>>>>>>> weird, stupid and meaningless collision of styles, materials,   
   >>>>>>>> dimensions. The closest visual analogy, to my mind, is one of those   
   >>>>>>>> plates piled high at a hotel buffet by an idiot: with a splodge of   
   >>>>>>>> curry, some sauerkraut, five potatoes, some lemon pie, a lamb cutlet,   
   >>>>>>>> smoked herring, and several cheesy crackers, and everything banal and   
   >>>>>>>> tasteless even before you smush them together.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> In short, the building is appalling, and it’s not going to get   
   better   
   >>>>>>>> over time. It is a dud. A turkey. A calamitous flop. It is the   
   >>>>>>>> Millennium Dome. It is Fyre Festival. It is Triangle, the BBC soap   
   >>>>>>>> opera   
   >>>>>>>> set on a North Sea ferry route. It is Raise the Titanic. It is Harry   
   >>>>>>>> Hill’s I Can’t Sing. It is Keir Starmer’s prime ministerial   
   career,   
   >>>>>>>> rendered in concrete and plastic. It is my first novel, Absent   
   >>>>>>>> Fathers,   
   >>>>>>>> which got a cheque for zero pounds zero pence, as a computer could not   
   >>>>>>>> believe an author could sell so few copies, so sent a cheque anyway.   
   >>>>>>>> Finally, it is the architectural equivalent of Via Galactica (1972), a   
   >>>>>>>> space-themed musical with actors on trampolines, which lasted seven   
   >>>>>>>> performances.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> But here’s the thing. For all the creative disasters listed above,   
   >>>>>>>> someone responsible paid a price. Even the lavishly coddled Millennium   
   >>>>>>>> Dome project damaged careers. And yet, if you design and erect a   
   >>>>>>>> hideous   
   >>>>>>>> building, equivalent to these aesthetic catastrophes, you pay no price   
   >>>>>>>> at all. And this despite the fact that, unlike a rubbish novel, you   
   >>>>>>>> can’t chuck a bad building in a bin. No, the building squats there,   
   >>>>>>>> for   
   >>>>>>>> decades, blighting the lives of everyone who must look at it. And   
   >>>>>>>> given   
   >>>>>>>> that this particular building is situated in one of the most   
   >>>>>>>> conspicuous   
   >>>>>>>> sites in the capital, opposite two of its grandest railway stations,   
   >>>>>>>> that is going to be a lot of people.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> Worse, there’s a decent chance the architects of this carbuncle   
   >>>>>>>> will get   
   >>>>>>>> an award. Because that’s what they do in architecture world. They   
   have   
   >>>>>>>> hideous ideas, then they force them on the rest of us, and then they   
   >>>>>>>> give each other prizes. Until, about 40 years down the line, everyone   
   >>>>>>>> accepts the obvious truth, and the pile of ugliness is finally   
   >>>>>>>> demolished.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> If you need proof, just look at the lists. Salford’s laughable   
   >>>>>>>> Centenary   
   >>>>>>>> Building, Britain’s very first Stirling Prize winner (in 1996), was   
   >>>>>>>> set   
   >>>>>>>> to be knocked down just 30 years later, to much applause. The Tricorn   
   >>>>>>>> Centre Portsmouth won the Civic Trust award in 1967 and yet was   
   >>>>>>>> demolished in 2004. Pimlico Comprehensive School collected a RIBA   
   >>>>>>>> prize,   
   >>>>>>>> then it was flattened in despair. Gateshead’s Trinity Square car   
   park   
   >>>>>>>> was recognised as a ‘most outstanding modernist building’ by the   
   20th   
   >>>>>>>> century society after it was blasted to hell. Add to this, our own   
   >>>>>>>> Belgrove House: yes it won a World Architecture Festival Award in   
   >>>>>>>> 2023.   
   >>>>>>>> Yes, they’ve already given it an award. Perhaps they got excited by   
   >>>>>>>> the   
   >>>>>>>> potential ugliness. In any other art form, failure is failure. In   
   >>>>>>>> architecture, terrible failure makes for a garlanded career.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> Clearly, what is needed is some kind of disincentive for architects. A   
   >>>>>>>> way to punish them for the pain they inflict. Or they will keep   
   >>>>>>>> inflicting this pain on us. We need the equivalent of West End reviews   
   >>>>>>>> so bad they close a dismal show, thereby bankrupting producers.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> So who are the Guilty People responsible for Belgrove House? Who   
   >>>>>>>> should   
   >>>>>>>> we hold to account? It’s invidious to name names, but the names are   
   >>>>>>>> Simon Allford, Jonathan Hall, Paul Monaghan and Peter Morris, and they   
   >>>>>>>> are the leading partners of AHMM Ltd. But for the rest of us AHMM will   
      
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