On a coach back from the city of dreaming spires (and bricking-it final year students) to the middle of London, I sat and slept. I normally bring a book or a paper with me for the journey, but it's only to make me look like I have important business to be getting on with even though I am on travelling intercity in the middle of the morning - I pretend to read. I spent a lot of time starting out of the window, having a 1hr40min existential crisis whilst being away from a good internet connection. A certain building caught my eye as we pulled away from the Notting Hill Gate station and moved towards Marble Arch, the part of the journey close to the end. I only saw it for a few seconds down a wide road leading away off the road the coach travels on, left to the direction of travel. The building looked like it was birthed by a gothic church which had made love to the 1960's. There was a spire, and part of a church wall which joins with an entirely different type of glass and con...