Decency in Strategy.

This post was originally titled¬†“Is there a place in Carcassonne for people like Frankie Roberto?”

Frankie has adopted a hyper-aggressive form of Carcassonne. He plays tiles usually for the detriment of his opponents, rather than the betterment of his own hand. He enjoys nothing more than scoring a giant X onto the game board, scuppering towns or roads.

March forward, Orangemen.

Buildings Without Life.

I’d like to blog a little bit about buildings. Partially because of the RIBA Stirling Prize (winner)¬†yesterday, but mostly because they’re everywhere. Really, you can’t walk down the street without seeing at least one.

Living in Sheffield, I’m cursed and blessed by the buildings around me. We have the superb Park Hill flats, a monument to idealised Modernist planning, an actual realisation of Le Corbusier’s “cities in the sky”. It stands proud, overlooking the train station and staring out to the city centre. view from the tallest building in the smallest town