crinklybee: Fashionability and Brutalism

By lunchtime, I was sitting at my new desk - three miles away, in a windowless, rectangular, garishly strip-lit bunker, hidden deep within the bowels of a decaying Brutalist 1960s shopping centre. And that's where (give or take the odd ... As if to prove it, I've been spending my lunch hours wandering the floors of the mall, marvelling (like someone from the 1960s) at how its indoor setting means I don't need to bother with my coat. I'm on nodding terms with some of the ...