“ ‘I am determined to do all I can to ensure that the Dome stands as an enduring legacy for the future,’ Chairman Blair announced. A legacy like the South Sea Bubble. The landscape was so strange, so alienated, that you were practically deafened by the noise of J.G. Ballard licking his lips. All the old radicals were clawing their way out of the earth to get at it. Fiction was back on the menu. As in a Ballard novel, something like The Atrocity Exhibition, language itself begins to slip. Nouns lose their self-confidence. Proper names dissolve and reform. Dome becomes ‘doom’, ‘dune’, ‘dame’, ‘done’. A slow drip of millennial sound-bites, repetitions of meaningless statistics.
— Iain Sinclair, Sorry Meniscus: Excursions to the Millennium Dome (1999)
