the country’s best work as I wasn’t there on the night, I am sorry to say. Though my relationship with the Institute has been a bit rocky since I gave back the chains of office, I do enjoy attending the annual clam bake with my peers. I have the highest regard, too, for an award programme that, in defiance of reducing carbon emissions, still has the gang of judges unsatisfied with gazing at photoshopped pixels, choosing instead to traverse the country and get a smell of the contenders’ projects. I like, too, seeing the first hints of new practices, the up-and-comers, the new studios, their members enthusiastically bouncing to the stage, ahead of
