t 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 morning 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 ginger ttle devil, under-sized, ac pounced on sometake in tly, and was going for h a voice like a circular saw.
‘ count 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 aended to be interested in some stuff at t counter, curtain rings or someto urn a back at you, like a dragon-fly.
‘COURSE you couldn’t count it! Doesn’t matter to YOU if . Doesn’t matter at all. ’s to YOU? Couldn’t ask YOU to go to trouble of counting it properly. ters ‘ere ‘cept YOUR convenience. 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 enougice en ticking ac into o scream at ter. And the girl all pink and wriggling.
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