Tony Hancock’s old bedsit...
He awakes in this future.
Stuck indoors. Radio dead.
Sid, too, for so very long.
Who is he talking to? Us?
Himself? The old listeners?
Things useful for suicide?
Who should tell him who we are?
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The Future In East Cheam
Tony Hancock’s old bedsit... He awakes in this future. Stuck indoors. Radio dead. Sid, too, for so very long. Who is he talking to? Us? Himself? The old listeners? Things useful for suicide? Who should tell him who we are? |
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