Bradford eat your heart out - Slough is now No1!
Discussion
I have always lamented the fact that Bradford had its own thread. Well people of Slough can now be proud that we are number 1.
https://www.thisismoney.co.uk/money/mortgageshome/...
https://www.thisismoney.co.uk/money/mortgageshome/...
Looks like Betjeman was right (oops beaten to it)
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,
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.
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,
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.
When I was at University I did my sandwich year in industry in Slough in 1995. I hated it so much I had a chart counting down the number of days I had left which I would tick off as I left each day.
I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
ThingsBehindTheSun said:
When I was at University I did my sandwich year in industry in Slough in 1995. I hated it so much I had a chart counting down the number of days I had left which I would tick off as I left each day.
I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
I suffered 3yrs studying in Southampton. You're 1 year in Slough is NOTHING. I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
ThingsBehindTheSun said:
When I was at University I did my sandwich year in industry in Slough in 1995. I hated it so much I had a chart counting down the number of days I had left which I would tick off as I left each day.
I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
I am looking forward to this feeling when leaving Saudi Arabia in a year. I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
ThingsBehindTheSun said:
When I was at University I did my sandwich year in industry in Slough in 1995. I hated it so much I had a chart counting down the number of days I had left which I would tick off as I left each day.
I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
Back in the late 80's I went for an interview for a thin sandwich placement for 6 months - it was at ICI Paints who were based in Slough. I turned up at the Slough address and the interviewer was visiting another of their plants in Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk, so he drove us there and interviewed me through the journey there and back. I got the job, and fortunately it was based at the Suffolk plant. I had a great time living in Ipswich in a house share with a good bunch of people, and spent the summer doing a lot of cycling, swimming, and working in a bar in the evenings. The job was really interesting as well, with a friendly and helpful team.I remember a few weeks before I was due to finish my boss had a meeting with me and told me that if I wanted to work there after I graduated I would need to apply for the job. I was laughing in my head as I knew there was no danger of that ever happening.
I still remember my last ever drive home on my last day, it was a beautiful day and every mile felt so sweet and exciting knowing I would never need to go back there ever again.
I can only imagine it felt similar to leaving prison.
Looks like I dodged a bullet not being based at the Slough plant!
The thing about Slough that likely differentiates it (and explains the cost) is that there is loads of work. Huge trading estate, lots of company HQ’s, and London/Heathrow on your doorstep.
The reason people may be miserable is that it’s surrounded by some of the most expensive/snootiest places to live in the country - perception of s
ttiness turbocharging the actual sttiness!
The reason people may be miserable is that it’s surrounded by some of the most expensive/snootiest places to live in the country - perception of s
ttiness turbocharging the actual sttiness!
I can't say I've been to Slough so couldn't comment on how miserable it is.
Interesting to see Croydon at number 5, certainly of the town centre I can wholeheartedly agree. I lived on the edge of the borough until last Autumn and the outskirts has some really nice places. I certainly didn't dislike it but being lumped in with London and having an appallingly run Council didn't help. But the town centre is run down, bleak and in desperate need investment. Used to be great for shopping in the 90s and early 00s, then just got worse and worse.
Interesting to see Croydon at number 5, certainly of the town centre I can wholeheartedly agree. I lived on the edge of the borough until last Autumn and the outskirts has some really nice places. I certainly didn't dislike it but being lumped in with London and having an appallingly run Council didn't help. But the town centre is run down, bleak and in desperate need investment. Used to be great for shopping in the 90s and early 00s, then just got worse and worse.
Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff