Waterloo sunset

Off to Queen Elizabeth Hall with Sara to hear Steve McCurry talking about his travel images. Steve was disappointingly shallow in my view. Despite having a team of assistants and local linguists with him, he never seemed to be interested enough to discover the story behind the striking face or the unusual ethnic scene.

The sunset was spectacular as I crossed Waterloo Bridge, with a clear view of our two most recent structures drowning out an otherwise lovely landscape.

I had grown rather fond of The Gherkin, but now it is bisected by The Cheesegrater, looming over it like a pointless triangle. Even worse, the enormous Walkie Talkie whose concave windows melted a Jaguar earlier in the year. Ugly and badly conceived!, not a good start.


Casting an eye over towards the west, the architecture is much easier on The Eye and even the brutalist National Theatre has a certain charm.