I had one of my frequent dreams about BBC Television Centre last night. I was walking round the circle of the building passing through dark, grubby, technical areas. As so often in my dreams the building was in various stages of dismantling and disrepair. I was trying to find a colleague and ended up in a huge staging area which was being set up for a band.
When I started working there in the eighties I used to walk around the viewing galleries on the second floor to see programmes like The Two Ronnies, Top Of The Pops, or Black Adder being made. It was such an exciting place to work and full of life and energy.
But my recent dreams have all been melancholy. Something is not right. The building is dark and brooding, like a scene out of Bladerunner!