The flags on the pier are cowering from the horizon, bullied by the eternal sea fret. Marine Parade (an interloper in the Grand scheme of things), smothered by the worn rubber of a million tyres. The Corporation buses grinding full-on Leyland chug, from the Point to the Head and all stops in between.
A Deux Chevaux stutters and shudders from East Dean to Churchdale Road. It takes a boy and a girl to drive AND change gear. The cassette player chews the latest release by St Pancras Records.
"Hegemony, hegemony...
You are the fairest creature
You are the fairest creature that ever I have seen,
And it's all for Monopoly
On all those pretty sexibles/sensibles,
That rot and raise a nation the capacity for change
An honest day's pay for an honest day's work
You can't change human nature
Don't bite the hand that feeds you…"
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