Thank you for reminding me of that Nigel.

As with most I was saddened and sickened by Thursday's carnage in London; and if asked to express my feelings on philosophical 'buildings' of hatred, death and destruction perhaps Blake's last line will suffice -

"A building of eternal death, whose proportions are eternal despair."

And in a more defiant if not in a lighter mood -

"All things begin and end in Albion's ancient Druid rocky shore.
But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion."