Some years ago I drove past a new housing estate on the outskirts Didcot. The developers had tried “to make each house as individual as possible”, with disasterous results.
Mock-Tudor was crammed next to quasi-Georgian and imitation Victorian-Gothic. It was a bad trip on lego, and there was no underlying theme for the mind to latch on to.
I have a weakness for puns and we’d just driven past the power station, so I turned to him and said “Danger of eclectic shock”.
I blog about anything that interests me, and I have a magpie mind. If I stuck to one topic, I would have more readers but I’d get less pleasure from writing.