Oi, Philip Larkin!

I was prompted to post this because of a comment made by GawBlimeyGuv!. He was concerned that Alan Bennett may be a bit "poncey" to read.

Poncey, PONCEY! it could be called dull or even domestically dull, because he only ever writes about his home / family life etc, but poncey it isn't.

Here is an extract from "Untold Stories"

When we bought the clock, it was bought not for its aesthetics, it's a plain 1950's thing, but for its chime. Full "Westminster" chimes every quarter, half and the hour. But, of late, the clock has been losing time so, I've arranged for it to be looked at.
Placing it on the back seat of the car, it begins to behave like the dog that knows it's being taken to the vets, chiming and clanging constantly, much as the dog would bark.
Arriving at the jewellers, we find it closed and so come home again.The clock sits quiet, sulking almost, with only an occasional plaintive "Ting" of relief.

So, for the Philip Larkin of London Bridge [he was a librarian as well as a poet] this one is for you!