it is 1938.
the england football team have just saluted the nazi leadership before a match in berlin.
it was suggested by the chief of the F.A. & — being working class — the impassioned elbows automaticed as window wipes.
mickey mouse has subtly softened from the sharp-toothed, brawny, violent creature he was before, to a provider: offering escapism through magic & nature looped to the lymph-nodes of classical music.
from now on — until the advent of punk — there will be far less for the working class to associate with.