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Slowly move the trailer to the left...
and I want the little girl to run across, now.
Hold that trailer there.
Now move the trailer off.
Right. Now I want the old man with white hair and glasses to cross the road.
Come on, quickly.
Look this way.
Now walk off to the left.
Okay, fine.
Now letโs have the man in the peaked cap.
Put the cigarette in your mouth.
Good...
and I want the two girls to come in from the right
talking to each other.
Now I want the Jamaican family,
father first.
Look in front of you.
Now the mother and the two boys
and I want the smaller boy
to point to the right
and now cast a glance behind him.
Fine. Now I want the girl with the bag under her arm
to walk to the right.
Now letโs have the man rubbing his eye.
Good.
Right. Now I want everything to sink slowly down
as the five boys come by...
Hold it...
and I want the clock to move jerkily towards me...
Stop.
Now I want the long hand to move at the rate of one revolution every hour,
and the short hand to moveat the rate of one revolution every twelve hours...
Now two pigeons fly across,
and everything comes up again
until the girl chewing gum walks across from the left.
Okay.
Now... the van, the woman and the boy,
the man with the bag of chips,
the car roof,
the whole car,
the old man,
the car,
the car and the boy,
the boy,
the motorcyclist and the lorry.
Now, when the woman at the window looks in this direction,
I want everything to move a bit further away.
Right... letโs have the man in the white boiler suit
coming in from the right.
Stop at the lamp-post and fold your arms.
Now, look around you...
walk back to the left again,
and look left and right as you cross the road.
Now, I want the man reading Exchange and Mart
to come in from the right.
Now a man comes by and bites his nails,
two pigeons fly past from right to left,
and two boys run past from left to right.
The woman at the window looks this way and then goes on talking.
In a second, I want four boys to come from the left,
and I want one of them to look this way and flap his arms up and down.
Iโd like the boys to remain in more or less the same position,
while everything else moves to the left and goes away a bit at the same time.
Lift up your arm...
now bring it down.
Now I want the man with the turban and briefcase to come in from the right,
and now the van marked University of London,
Senate House, London WC1.
In the cinema queue I want to see a boy and his mother.
The boy will be about eight years old and his mother about thirty-two.
They will both have collar-length hair,
his dark and hers fair.
She will be wearing a suedette coat with a white imitation fur collar.
They will be talking to each other and looking around them.
Now, I want the man coming in from the left
in the grey peaked cap to put on his glasses.
The boy will look at his watch and yawn,
then look at it again,
and say something to his mother about the time.
The three children eating chips,
the French woman, the window cleaner in his van,
the greengrocer, the pigeon, the red Jaguar,
the taxi, the man, the van,
the negro with the briefcase and the newspaper,
the woman firmly gripping...
the woman firmly gripping the hands of her two young sons.
They stop...
and now they cross the road.
The man in the grey peaked cap takes off his glasses again
and puts them in his breast pocket.
The man with the walking stick is going home.
The dentist continues on his way to the bank
and the two naughty boys appear from behind Steeleโs,
the plate-glass manufacturers, and cautiously cross the road.
Steeleโs is situated in an area with a high immigrant population,
predominantly West Indians and Greeks.
Outside the building, above its main doors,
is a board advertising vacancies at the firm.
Until recently
I thought that jobs were advertised on the board in two languages:
English and Greek.
However, a few weeks ago
I studied the board carefully and realised that I had been wrong.
Each vacancy has its own slat in the board
and the words... glass cutters, bevellers, bench fitters etcetera...
are cut out of these slats, which are made of Perspex.
When a vacancy no longer exists,
which has a central pivot at each end,
is swivelled around.
The words that I had believed to be Greek
were in fact upside-down and back-to-front English.
Steeleโs also has another interesting feature...
along each wall of the building there are eight large doors
that are kept wide open throughout the year.
I am shouting into a microphone on the edge of a field
near Letchmore Heath,
about fifteen miles from the building you are looking at.
I'm surrounded by electricity pylons and trees.
The sky is beginning to cloud over.
In the distance I can see a middle aged man in a brown duffel coat.
He has got a dog with him,
which looks like a Labrador,
and I think heโs got a helicopter in his pocket.
In a tree about twenty yards away,
I can see a large blackbird with a wingspan of about nine feet.
This young man has just robbed the local post office
and is attempting to appear inconspicuous.
He's trying to remain calm,
but his hand is sweating as he grips the butt of the revolver at his coat pocket
even harder.
He is wondering whether the woman at the window
would recognize him if she saw him again.
The burglar alarm is still ringing.
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