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The front door to one of the nerve centres of Cubism in the mid sixties of the last century, a nerve centre which was brave enough to employ me, fairly fresh out of school. As a result of which I became a champion manufacturer of sample cubes of concrete. Not deemed bright enough to work the crusher and work out the statistics. But Cubism endures as the same brass plate is on those Grosvenor Gardens doors, after all these years.