A walking social disaster!

[expat]

"Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough." (from The Office)

From The Office? How about from Poet Laureate John Betjeman's famous 1937 poem?

[To BI or not to BI?]

From The Office? How about from Poet Laureate John Betjeman's famous 1937 poem?

I know, but I was too lazy to check the "proper" reference. I only mentioned the office because I thought it would reflect the "working inSlough" experience better. I have given myself an academic slap on my left hand

[DimPrawn]

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 for half-a-crown
For twenty years, (A time AtW could afford to buy )

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 sports 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.

[Churchill]

Why thankyou, ma'am... too kind... hope you caught my star appearance with the War Criminal James Tiberius Kirk on Saturday...

My scales were so much greener & shinier in those days.

Do you shed?
(And no, I don't mean a variation on cottaging!)

[threaded]

"Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough." (from The Office)


Good luck with the interview

from The Office? Oh dear...

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 airconditioned, 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 ninetyseven down,
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.

Darn, too many Julebryg I'll have to google the rest.

[TheOmegaMan]

Why thankyou, ma'am... too kind... hope you caught my star appearance with the War Criminal James Tiberius Kirk on Saturday...

My scales were so much greener & shinier in those days.

You are awfully slow for a lizard. I thought Korn was processed fungus.

[Sysman]

"Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough." (from The Office)

Nuts to "from The Office".

by John Betjeman

Slough

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.

[vetran]

Nothing wrong with working in Slough

At least you can get a decent curry, Hungarian Goulash, Polish stew, Sweet & Sour chicken, Italian....................


Seriously its not bad and Betjeman had the decency to admit he exaggerated, I wouldn't want to live there though, very depressing in parts.

[expat]

At least you can get a decent curry, Hungarian Goulash, Polish stew, Sweet & Sour chicken, Italian....................


Seriously its not bad and Betjeman had the decency to admit he exaggerated, I wouldn't want to live there though, very depressing in parts.

That's good. I did live there, in the 1970s, and you couldn't get a decent curry. There were plenty of Indians, so much so that there was a regular bus service from Slough bus station to Delhi; but I suppose they all ate at home and hadn't thought of selling curries to others.