Do you kno Bletc, you knoy otly like it.

        You knos fester all over ter suburbs. Altle semi-detaco 212 and ours is 191—as mucucco front, ted gate, t    door. tles, t pery some anti-social type ead of green.

        t sticky feeling round my neck    me into a demoralized kind of mood. It’s curious    gets you doo ieck. It seems to take all t of you, like    myself t m. It    as if I could stand at a distand c, red fad my false teetleman. Even if you sa tely—not, per I    t I out or salesman. tically tribe. Grey , a bit t costing fifty s, and no gloves. And I’ve got t’s peculiar to people    moments,    or outing vacuum ers, but at ordinary times you’d place me correctly. ‘Five to ten quid a    at the average level of Ellesmere Road.

        I reet pretty muyself. to catcoves. ime to look about you, and    mood, it’s a t makes you laugo reets in ter suburbs and to t go on ter all,    a prison acorture-ctle five-to-ten- pound-a-ing ail and mare and t of rot talked about t so sorry for t t     in every one of ttle stucco boxes tard     ttom of a    him.

        Of course, trouble o myself, is t    someto lose. to begier surrounding it, until you get to treet, is part of a    called tate, ty of t Building Society. Building societies are probably t racket of modern times. My o, but it’s an open sable. But ty of ty s your victims times to ate surmounted by an enormous statue to ties. It    of god. Among ot op or and ttom     do ts ing out of t of eetters, and crete garden rollers.

        As a matter of fact, in Ellesmere Road    oy, payable over a period of sixteen years, and t t round about ty. t represents a profit of a y for t, but needless to say t C makes a lot more out of it t. ty includes t, but t, uself and scoops t. All it o pay for is terials. But it also scoops t on terials, because uerby it sells itself tiles, doors, , and, I t    altogeto learn t under yet anot sells itself timber to make t    gave us all a knock    doesn’t alo its end of t it gave on some open fields—not good for to play in— knot’s Meadoe, but it ood t Platt’s Meado to be built on.    Bletcory eel Bicycle factory started in ‘33, and tion s    in t in my mind’s eye I could see tering. Suddenly to go up on Platt’s Meadoenants’ defence association    up. No use! Crum’s la of us in five minutes, and Platt’s Meado over. But tle s makes me feel old Crum deserved cy, is tal one. Merely because of t ake in try’, urned into Crum’s devoted slaves for ever. e’re all respectable ’s to say tories, yes-men, and bumsuckers. Daren’t kill t lays t t actually     en up ly fear t somet    payment, merely increases t. e’re all boug’s more ards, sing s out to pay t’s called Belle Vue because t ring—every one of ttle to save ry from Bolshevism.

        I turned do into treet. train to London at 10.14. I    passing tal note I’d made t m to buy a packet of razor-blades.    to ter tever itle is,    many people in t t imes if you go in just after opening-time you see all t to get to trim for tores    from branco branco gile devil, under-sized, ac pounced on    sometake in tly, and was going for h a voice like a circular saw.

        ‘ t it! COURSE you couldn’t. too mucrouble, t’d be. ho, no!’

        Before I could stop myself I’d caug    so nice for o    middle-aged bloke ook urned aeo be ied in some stuff at t ter, curtain rings or someto urn a back at you, like a dragon-fly.

        ‘COURSE you couldn’t t it! Doesn’t matter to YOU if . Doesn’t matter at all. ’s to YOU? Couldn’t ask YOU to go to trouble of ting it properly. ters ‘ere ‘cept YOUR venience. You don’t t others, do you?’

        t on for about five minutes in a voice you could    turning ao make ing back to    fart t eig,    of moony face, t    t any    tting into    ters ending not to iff-built little devil, t of cock-sparroype of man t sticks    out and puts tails—type t’d be a sergeant-major only t tall enougi tig ato o scream at ter. And the girl all pink and wriggling.

        Finally    rutted off like an admiral on ter-deck, and I came up to ter for my razor-blades.    t of it    for my be s to pretend t not on tandoffisaitude t a so keep up omers. o act te after I’d seen ill pink and rembling. I asked arted fumbling in tray. ttle devil of a floor-maurned our    bot o begin again. t sees t s me out of t because I’d seen ed me like the devil. Queer!

        I cleared out and it? I    t’s t of t sometimes serves me at trocery . A great y lump of ty,    to be e jacket, bent double across ter, rubbing ogetrue, sir! Pleasant ime of t    I ting you today, sir?’ practically asking you to kier is al you mig inend get o kno one of t. It’s our element. Everyo isn’t scared stiff of losing iff of ing    crossed my mind t t little bastard ac more scared for    a family to support. And per s    on a you never read about a Spanisor or one of t being told t in private life    of ed to ame ary, and so forth.

        t ter er me as I    out of ted me because of he floor- manager.
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