So I am clambering over a roof at my local Council building, and I suddenly see this thing. It has unworldly scales, an access ladder, and zero connection with any adjacent surface. It floats over the roof like a UFO, like something out of a Doctor Who episode (Given it's part of an 80's brutalist extension to a 19302 artdeco town hall, I am going to say Doctor IV.)
It's a lift motor room. And so here I celebrate the original architects of this building. It is generally an unbalanced lump of a thing, full of slavish references to the 1936 town hall building, destroyed with curtain-wall smoked glass connections and a no sense of entry.
But the lift motor room is a gem. I can see the scene in the architects office as the work experience kid is given the job of designed something that no one will ever see.
"Just give me a cladding for this thing, junior, and make it match the rest of the building"
There are some whooshing noises in the studio, some clangity-clang sound effects, and there it is. A students folly, a jewel stuck on the top of a pile of random materials. Tiled wall, recessed entry and a shadowline-connection perfectly scaled to the rest of the roof.