#1
1945: The last German V1 flying bomb to hit England falls harmlessly on open ground at Sittingbourne in Kent.
A few miles to the south, and a few years later, Jerry could have done us a favour with BH.
Guest 690- Registered: 10 Oct 2009
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#2
I don`t think landing on Buckland Hospital would have been nice Sid.
Tell them that I came, and no one answered.
Brian Dixon
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#3
it would have been better if itlanded in the ditz area,it would have saved the demolition bill.money well saved.
Guest 644- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
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#4
There is still a whopping great pit just off Dolphin Lane in the area behind the now closed Castle pub, slap bang in the middle of the proposed DTIZ. Isn't this a crater left by a German shell?
Brian Dixon- Location: Dover
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#5
quite possable phil,that area took a pounding in ww2.
#6
Oops, BH = Burlington House, NOT Buckland Hospital
Guest 649- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
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#7
Thats Ok Sid, now you know how I feel some times, when it is taken the wrong way.
Guest 651- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
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#8
Well the Germans did take out the other BH - Burlington Hotel !!
Been nice knowing you :)
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#9
Sorry Sid, knew exactly what you meant, but your BH was just asking for something you didn`t intend.
Tell them that I came, and no one answered.
Guest 693- Registered: 12 Nov 2009
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#10
I've always thought that this great poem by Sir John Betjeman would have been better with the word 'Slough' replaced by the words 'Burlington House'. It wouldn't have scanned quite so well, but you catch my drift..........
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.
True friends stab you in the front.
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#11
I've often heard of that Betjeman poem on Slough, but never actuallty read it - thanks Andy
Roger