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   Julian to Dude   
   Re: We need a way to punish architects (   
   19 Feb 26 09:53:37   
   
   From: julianlzb87@gmail.com   
      
   On 19/02/2026 03:57, Dude wrote:   
   > On 2/18/2026 5:31 PM, Noah Sombrero wrote:   
   >> On Wed, 18 Feb 2026 16:01:13 -0800, Dude  wrote:   
   >>   
   >>> On 2/18/2026 3:04 PM, Noah Sombrero wrote:   
   >>>> On Wed, 18 Feb 2026 12:25:30 -0800, Dude  wrote:   
   >>>>   
   >>>>> On 2/18/2026 10:45 AM, Noah Sombrero wrote:   
   >>>>>> On Wed, 18 Feb 2026 10:22:52 -0800, Dude    
   >>>>>> wrote:   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>> On 2/18/2026 10:00 AM, Noah Sombrero wrote:   
   >>>>>>>> On Wed, 18 Feb 2026 17:35:05 -0000 (UTC), Tara    
   >>>>>>>> wrote:   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>> On Feb 18, 2026 at 12:00:59?PM EST, "Noah Sombrero"   
   >>>>>>>>>  wrote:   
   >>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> On Wed, 18 Feb 2026 16:54:09 -0000 (UTC), Tara    
   >>>>>>>>>> wrote:   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>>> On Feb 18, 2026 at 11:31:04?AM EST, "Noah Sombrero"   
   >>>>>>>>>>>  wrote:   
   >>>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>>>> On Wed, 18 Feb 2026 11:15:57 -0500, 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   
      
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