I wish I thought of this phrase, but sadly, I am not that witty and clever.
I have just read Jonathan Meades review of Slow Burn City by Rowan Moore, and I feel the entire section deserves to be posted here. He’s talking about the “Garden Bridge” which, thankfully, has been jettisoned…
“Boris Johnson, a provenly mendacious mayor; Joanna Lumley, a gurning veteran dolly bird; Thomas Heatherwick, a cute salesman for himself with an abject record of design failures, astonishingly compared by the dotard shopkeeper Terence Conran to Leonardo da Vinci: these three ‘national treasures’ should take note of Moore’s startling description of the bridge as ‘digital jism’, a useful addition to the architectural lexicon. They are of course not alone in their antinomian arrogance. One longs for a National Treasure Island, to which the professionally characterful and the strenuously lovable might be transported, there to anecdote each other to tears and expire in a storm of names dropped from a great height.”
So, apart from Boris Johnston, Joanna Lumley and Thomas Heatherwick, who deserves to be dumped onto “National Treasure Island” and why?
This is a tricky one for me to answer myself; Stephen Fry is sometimes annoying as fuck but his documentaries on Bipolar Disorder preclude me from having a go at him, they were genuinely valuable. Judy Dench strikes me as a blameless lovely person with a real talent and Alan Bennett is a force largely for good. Meades, as usual, might well have hit the correct targets square on here. But have we forgotten someone?