The doomed Dome dying under sagging subsidies from the public purse, with cusping cables covering the broody body and zones of millennial mediocrity.
The lofty London Eye gazes gloatingly around, its coffers coining in the cash, its rim resplendent with curvaceous capsules swallowed in the early morning mist.
The Millennium bridge's suspended single swaying span succumbs to the synchronised steps of puzzled people as it resonates resolutely over Father Thames, awaiting the decision on damping diaphragms to minimise its motion.
Trips by train, with temporary timetables, tired old tracks and cracking rails awaiting Railtrack's remedies, now so slow that people and freight revert to roads already jammed with juggernauts and crawling cars.
The awe inspiring orbiting space station shines like a star in the sky, a telling tribute to today's technology.
Flooded farms and floating flotsam from heaven's heavy outbursts, perhaps signal our increasing interference with the earth's equilibrium.
Falling fish stocks with collapsing cod catches and finite fuel reserves mean man must husband his reducing resources.
Millennium man has mastered much, but care and caution call to nurture nature and protect the planet, this Gaian globe, for the next millennium.
Robin Goodman (M), 65 Kellaway Avenue, Bristol BS6 7XT