It would be all too simple to mock this almost certainly self-designed and built extension, extraordinary in it's proportions, and by all conventional measures an ugly thing; but I think there are a couple of things in it's favour. When passing it, it gives a fleeting, jolting, impression of being a 1950s-style earth-invader (a Quadropod?), with its long tentacles and scaly finish. In its homemade DIY-ness, and blatant refusal of the off-the-shelf, it is an example of almost punk-suburb architecture and what might be termed Folk Suburban Brut. Memories of passing it becomes the material of Folk Suburb.
