It will not surprise loyal readers of my blog that I have devoted my monthly column in The Critic to a short history of 22, Bishopsgate: how it came into being; how it appeared without warning during COVID pretending that it’s not there, but in practice dominating the skyline from every direction, a monster that has landed out of the dreams of the City’s planning department.
Last night I saw how it has appeared on the view east from St. James’s Park:-

This morning it dominates the view on my way to the local dry cleaner:-
