Where sorbets cost £4.20, and the shops have to ask you if you can afford to be there, thats Battersea Power station, as was. Now its a really fancy pants shopping centre with flats above, full of people who spend all their money in the shops and restaurants below, unable to leave and unwilling to believe anywhere else exists, whilst sneering at the tourists who come and play table tennis for free in the windy gardens obstructing their views.

Its impressive architecture, as everyone who has an ounce of empathy can see, always was, and I’m really pleased we took the tube to go and visit for an hour, but as with all massive shopping centres next to tidal rivers, some seagull will always shit on you and steal your chips.