Today I was introduced to the joys of Harlow, when I say joys I am of course being a sarcastic twat, as Harlow resembles an architectural epileptic fit.
Neo-modernist concrete, squat, dwarves belch out into the Essex skyline, totally self-conscious community murals are in visual conflict with public art so hideous it is perhaps a war crime and metal talons claw with rusty pettiness against the ever present shopping centre that sits, like a massive bastard, right in the middle of this car crash.
Luckily the people there are nice, although they have every right to be shits, as they are oppressed by the evil structures that loom over them and jut into their views at every given opportunity. If architecture could breed terrible people, this is the stuff to do it and it cheers me that the folks of Harlow has refused to be corrupted by the madness around them.
VISIT HARLOW AT YOUR PERIL!