Sir: I raised a cheer for Peter Dormer on reading his article on sculpture in public places. As a daily commuter to Liverpool Street, I obtain a great deal of pleasure from walking through the rebuilt station and new Broadgate development. This is spoilt every time I have to pass the depressing group of statues he mentions, bad enough on a sunny day but infinitely depressing in the rain, and I often wonder what possessed the artist to make such a thing.
Mr Dormer has not, however, mentioned the pile of rusting iron, more than 25ft high, which is situated just outside the station by the ice rink.
He probably thought, as I did until learning better from another newspaper article, that this was an unfortunate, unavoidable and unaesthetic air vent installed by London Underground as an essential safety feature.