In "]news:[email hidden], M Series <[email hidden]> typed:
Quoted message said:Lets face it Bracknell is a null place.
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a
cow. Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs and blow to smithereens Those air -conditioned, bright canteens, Tinned fruit, tinned
meat, tinned milk, tinned beans, Tinned minds, tinned breath.
Mess up the mess they call a town- A house for ninety-seven down And once a week a half a crown For
twenty years.
And get that man with double chin Who'll always cheat and always win, Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:
And smash his desk of polished oak And smash his hands so used to stroke And stop his boring dirty
joke And make him yell.
But spare the bald young clerks who add The profits of the stinking cad; It's not their fault that
they are mad, They've tasted Hell.
It's not their fault they do not know The birdsong from the radio, It's not their fault they often
go To Maidenhead
And talk of sport and makes of cars In various bogus-Tudor bars And daren't look up and see the
stars But belch instead.
In labour-saving homes, with care Their wives frizz out peroxide hair And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.
Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough To get it ready for the plough. The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.
John Betjamin, 1937
Nothing changed there then.;-)
Tony
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