The Case of the Missing Parisian Absinthe Kiosk
The Betjemanisation of South London
The Vegetable Liberation Front
The Slightly Underground Railway
That Giraffe’s Head Was Always Coming Off
There Is No Rationalism but Rationalism
How Kryptogel Will Change the World
The Molecules of Swinging London
Pathetic Fallacy 1, Emphatic Delusion 0
It’s the Sulk I’m Really After
The Certification of Public Space
A Cross-Vectored Media Partnership
Goodbye Olympic Rebadging Task Force
The Chapel of Notre Dame du Marmalade
An Analogue Underground Cotswolds
Little Stripey Crestfallen Moons
I Sense My Enemies Massing Like Simpering Starlings
Kenny Axe-of-Wrath, Meet Julie Bloodbath
The People’s Centre for Cultural Transmution
The K’buum el-K’buum Residuals Farm
If Only Time Will Tell, Should Architecture Really be a Narrative?
Right Enough to be True, True Enough to be Trite
This Sorry Cabal of Pretension
Cross-Glaminated Poverty Style-Out
Eurafrica: A New Bivalve of Hope
Masked Grans Dancing on a Bungalow Roof
From Fenestrated Parabola to Melty Fucklump
The Strategic Mentalising Unit
A Bubble of Absence Enclosed by Sentient Retardant Foam
Yesterday’s News Is Tomorrow’s Emergency Clothing
The Emptiness Between All Particles
Oligarchitectural Capitalism Versus Patriarchitectural Sexism
Rough Concrete and Mulleted Genitals
Curse You, Buildings That Resemble Breasts Quarterly
Austerity Christmas Human Turducken
Post-Ecological Re-Regeneration
Not Being Funny but Black People Don’t Do Gardening, Do They?