What do you MEAN, 'Click on the thing which looks like a Mondrian?'
No, his post 1920s work, you fool Something for the Weekend, Sir? A minicab driver is cross with me. As we swing around the tidy little streets of 60s-built suburbia, none of which look familiar, he fixes me in his rear-view mirror and snarls: "Don't you know where you live?""