David Robbins: The magic that happened at our triangular party
The square where I live is bound to fall foul of the Trade Descriptions Act one of these days. For it's not a square at all, but a triangle.
James Joyce, who was born a few doors down from me, found this amusing, and alluded to its deceptive geometry in Ulysees.
And various neighbours have put forward theories on how its inward-oriented shape affects the interaction of residents and the general feel of the place.