I saw it on the net—we we're getting a new build. So, I am the last.

The building will live on, in a few years it won't echo with kids. It will become just another building—a church that became a cinema, that became a bingo hall, that got torn down to build a something that was much more horrid than an empty space.

It, the building, is somewhat important, in a National sense; the architect is revered. It won't be raped like more-proletarian builds will be. It will will retain its outside look. What's the point of that? It will be gutted.

It will never again be what it was built for. It'll become a hotel, or luxury flats, or a car park, or a whatever. It will become a some-thing that has lost its purpose. A shell for people to inhabit like hermit crabs inhabit the shells of their dead crustacean mates.

Someone else will care for it, will know it and love it. But they'll love it for something that it never was meant to be. They won't love it like me.

Let me explain why I'm annoyed...