Looks like Prince Charles is being an idiot again. Summary: Foreign firm Qatari Diar commissions Lord Rogers to design a block of flats. Charlie writes in to complain, probably in green ink. Qatari Diar withdraws planning application. Dammit, I want attractive modern buildings on my city's skyline. I don't want a half-arsed pastiche job that looks like it belongs in some third-rate Lowry knockoff. He'd be a lovely chap if only he gave up the princing job. (And the duking job, and everything else he got from his mum.) Tags: art, fail, irritation
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