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My Home from Home

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What do you do when you get home from holiday? Put a clamp on the wheels of your caravan! I could make a joke about cleaning the wheels of their home, but that’s an obvious one and I’m in a hurry tonight. Got a surprise birthday party to go to soon!

Shot somewhere near Slough in the UK, I think. Matt was driving and took a wrong turn or two not that I’d have known any different!

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4 responses to “My Home from Home”

  1. Richard avatar
    Richard

    Slough:

    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.

    1937 John Betjeman

    That said, my sister lives in Shepperton (close) and I think its quite nice.

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  3. Donncha avatar
    Donncha

    Richard – that paints a pretty picture of Slough, not!

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  4. richard avatar
    richard

    I think it is used as a general dirge against all the service sector industrial estate living and pub lunch drinking that was so well sent up in ‘The Office’

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