IT was, without much doubt, one of the worst examples of civic planning ever to be inflicted on Worcester. To borrow a Royal phrase – ie the words of Prince Charles – the multi-storey car park in Friar Street is like a carbuncle on the face of the city’s most authentic medieval thoroughfare. Because it was slipped in during the wholescale redevelopment of the adjoining area in the 1960s, possibly the brains at the time thought no one would notice. And in a sense they were right, because as far as I can recall, there has never been a concerted campaign to do much about it. So its ugly concrete protrusions continue to stick out like a nasty boil on the nose of your favourite granny.