Yesterday, as part of my continued escapades in media whoredom, I took a trip to BBC Television Centre in White City. I hadn’t been there since 2002, and was surprised to see that an enormous shopping centre has landed opposite. Here’s the Westfield centre in all its near-deserted, sterile glory:
It was quite an odd place – the guy above was asleep in his chair, the few sales staff looked bored witless and a giant inflatable Lindt bunny gazed over the central square like some huge chocolatey deity. I wandered around for half an hour then headed back to the BBC.
One odd thing, though: you’re not, as I was later informed by a terribly polite security guard, allowed to take photos in the Westfield shopping centre. What’s to hide?