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DEVELOPER’S DINNER

By

WHIM WHAM

I don’t suppose Anyone has counted (Lately) the Cranes which disfigure, With the Towers on which They are mounted By the Engineer and the Rigger, Our Skylines, our urban Scenery (Such as It was) — those tall T-shaped yellow-girdered Hunks of Machinery Overhanging us All! And the Country’s still the same Size And still on the Whole in the Red — ‘Let’s run up another High-rise’, The Developer said. It’s none of your Business, or mine, Where the Money comes from. With Whom did he dine, and What did he sign, To get such Sums from? And there’s Plenty of Steel (he said) And Acres of trendy Cladding — Let the Crane swing overhead, While the Costs are adding! Let’s make Hay while the Sun’s Over the Jib of the Crane — Pity the Poor! Bring me some more Smoked Salmon, and Champagne!

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Press, 27 June 1987, Page 20

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144

DEVELOPER’S DINNER Press, 27 June 1987, Page 20

DEVELOPER’S DINNER Press, 27 June 1987, Page 20