Hail, Hail, Rock'n'Roll

So often it is music that carries the workers through, to a time when they will be released, retired, flung out by the factory whistleIn that brief burst of summer at the end of April, I took a bus through the City of London, past Bishopsgate, Threadneedle, Cheapside, St Paul's. From the top deck, I watched the dark suits spilling out of office blocks, through revolving doors to sandwich shops, tube stations, taxi cabs, faces lifted briefly towards the broad sweet blue of the sky. And I remember...

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