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It's a very cold Sunday morning - the night after the 'Rocket' Party - a wonderful dance filled event in a theatre scenery factory in Nottingham. By 4 a.m. the world has taken on increasingly surreal tones - an indoor wall of stars, constant snow falling from the roof, a wall of sound - I remember nothing of the taxi back except getting out of it. We tuck into the remains of an amazing meal our friends had cooked the night before - it's 5.30 a.m.

I wake at 8 a.m. - there's no going back to sleep and I don't know where the energy is coming from but I decide to go for a walk around the city with my camera. My wife is sensible. By the time I took this shot it was mid afternoon - Nottingham has taken on this weird slant again - everything seems wobbly - or perhaps that's me - I need to eat I think!

After the Rocket Party everything seems a little strange! All the buses coming down Mansfield Road reflect an amazing cloudscape and I become fascinated by the variety of the reflections - they've built these new buses just for artists and photographers - this one is reflecting the most significant landmark building in Nottingham city centre - the Clock Tower and residential flats of the Victoria Shopping Centre.

Many years ago I was invited to a new national forum which was designed to bring artists and architects together - the first forum was held in Nottingham. The flats in this picture had a drab and dreary outlook to them but they also had individuality and colour through different curtains and washing hanging at different windows.It looked lively and human and no mistaking human beings lived there. I regret I didn't photograph it when it was like this.

At the meeting the City Council and the artist who had been commissioned to change the appearance of the building into the subtly coloured, corporate, business like building it now is - (you might never guess that people lived there) - gave a long speil about how the residents had been involved in this great transformation - basically they chose the two main colours of the building through some simple consultation - Hundertwasser would have turned in his grave if he knew!. All of this cost an extraordinary amount of money and made the City Council and the artist very happy - I haven't seen a curtain or a piece of washing at those windows since. The colour and life - human life has disappeared.

I suggested that we were looking at an Emperor with no clothes at the meeting and having just come back from India cited a number of reasons why I felt this new building was soul-less - it split the room and the meeting which got very heated - I was never invited to participate again!

Perhaps too colourful - too much washing hanging out to dry - not enough corporate compliance.

Well here is the building as I want to show it rather than as the architects of anonimity would have it - I have included the odd human being.