My other half lived in Slough from the age of six months until nineteen.
Until he was ten he lived in a converted Vic railway carriage - in a field next to the station - then he moved to a proper house, where his parents lived until they died.
I spent many holidays in Slough and it really wasn't such a bad place, no worse than many another I could name, with lots to see and do in the surrounding area, including Stoke Poges churchyard. More poetry.
http://www.slough.info/slough/s09/s09p03.html
'John Betjeman published his poem about Slough in 1937 in the collected works Continual Dew. Slough was becoming increasingly industrial and some housing conditions were very cramped. In willing the destruction of Slough, Betjeman urges the bombs to pick out the vulgar profiteers but to spare the bald young clerks. He really was very fond of his fellow human beings. Slough is much improved nowadays and he might be pleasantly surprised by a stroll there.'
>'All things considered, I'd rather be in Bury St Edmunds'<
As a passenger from across the Atlantic asked my railway worker son, "Where do I get a train to Edmunds?" On being asked where they wanted to go he showed the address -- Bury St, Edmunds.....
Collapse of station staff.