[![img_1983] I’ve had a Lyddle End model sitting on my desk for a few weeks now, and I’ve been getting increasingly depressed seeing the waves of imagination that all the other ideas have been born of. Which put me in a bit of a dystopian mood, hence this.
I started wondering about how my Parish Hall would be used in 2050. I decided it would be an outpost of the National Identity Register where the residents of Lyddle End would go to be scanned, processed, assimilated or shipped off to reeducation camps. (By rails, of course).