Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound

Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound

I have a Vision of the Future, chum. The workers flats in fields of soya beans tower up like silver pencils, score on score.

Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a church has been pulled down the country seems empty or is like a necklace with a jewel missing.

Oh Wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust. She threww me in front of the judges, And my silly old collar-bone's bust.

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

I am still reeling with delight at the soaring majesty of Norfolk.