Archdruid: Fallen! Fallen is Didcot the great!
All: For nPower has commanded it.
Archdruid: For she was unclean.
All: She, who once was so shiny, the new wave of coal-fired power station - yet brought down by clean air legislation.
Archdruid: The demolition dudes did their destructive deeds.
All: And great was the fall thereof.
Archdruid: Oh, Didcot Multimammia! You, who welcomed students home from a trip to Town! You gathered us to your motherly breast as we longed for dreaming spires.
All: You pumped acid rain across the Buckinghamshire skies. On a clear day, they claimed you could be seen from Dunstable Downs.
Archdruid: No more will you guard the approaches to the Vale!
All: And a journey to Wycombe will be without interest.
Archdruid: Let them be abandoned in Abingdon.
All: Let them be wanton in Wantage.
Archdruid: Let them be boring in Goring.
All: Let them continue to be nonexistent, with a very dodgy overlap between the PCC and the powers of the local council, in Dibley.
Archdruid: For fallen - fallen is Didcot the Great!
All: And great was the rubble thereof.
Archdruid: Your place shall be the haunt of foxes and jackals.
All: Jackals? Don't you mean property developers?
Archdruid: Oh yeah. I always get those confused.
All: Then let us roll in ashes and cinders.
Archdruid: But only metaphorically. Ugh.
All: And regret that the view from the A34 ain't so interesting anymore.
Archdruid: Go in peace, under cleaner skies.
All: With perhaps a speck of coal dust in our eyes.
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