As I write I have just returned from the wonderful Scottish capital city of Edinburgh, though I maintain that the Athens of the north is my favourite city of those I have visited, the Scottish Parliament building at Holyrood is almost as vile as the people it contains.
In short, and to save you reading this bitter polemic in its entirety (should you wish to yield now), the Scottish Parliament building is a jarring monstrosity that offends me to my very core.
This vast concrete colossus can best be described as a brutalist, knock-off Guggenheim meets the Rainforest Café and elects to insert itself into a previously pleasant environment. Perhaps the dull concrete, steel and glass combination reminiscent of the Soviet-era Russian embassy in Cuba would upset the eye enough had it not also been adorned with bizarre sticks and irregular, octagonal panels that act as a shout-out to the post-modernists, a reminder that nothing needs to make sense anymore.