It’s such a nice surprise to find invigorating architecture in a place like Britain, which though is ohh so pretty, is as predictable as a Hen Party or a ‘How to..’ book. Having said that I bow my head and say I was wrong, this lil’ ol’ island still has it’s coquette pieces hidden in a boudoir I want to barge in.  And patterns and colours are possible here, and the image makers have a say in the city’s persona sketching, and neomodernism is not only sterile pragmatism.