about two years ago (when i was working in dublin) i was designing a house for a husband and wife, and i went to meet the wife to talk over some ideas. she was a believer in the art of feng shui. ‘fine’ i thought, she had some good ideas about the layout of the house. she spent some time talking about the orientation and flow of the building, its proximity to water and river. things started to get a little strange when she got up and started clapping into various parts of the room in order to show me that the energy in the room was all wrong. luckily i was in shock, so i didnt laugh out loud. but i wanted to. naturally an experience like this would put anyone off feng shui for a while, but now im beginning to warm to it again. “whats the point of all this?” you may ask, no point. i like stories.