Yesterday, the damage the Oxford Bus Company inflicted on my poor arms was finally assessed in the Manor Hospital, Headington. From the outside it looks like a sports centre; inside, worse, it looks like a conference centre. The only bits that look like hospitals are the treatment rooms, and then they look like how treatment rooms look on TV, when you need the space in order to fit the camera crew and boom in.
The whole building is on stilts, to accommodate a vast underground car park. But you could count the number of bicycle spaces on the fingers of one hand, even if that hand has no fingers. The OBC left me with those, though, which I suppose might be viewed as a kindness.