If there's one event that might inspire some fresh faith in some kind of architectural determinism it's a visit to the Houses of Parliament. They're horrible.
Personally I imagine when you first walk through the main doors as an MP you must immediately want to walk back out again. I have never been anywhere more claustrophobically gloomy, a mad house of phony medievalism. I was agog, I mean NO WONDER! If this is what you get to work in no wonder British society is stuck somewhere very peculiar. If anything, the HoP are WORSE than Manchester Town Hall (and that's saying something).
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