Datenquelle: IMD 2025, WIMD 2025, SIMD 2020. • Hinweise: Zeigt den Anteil der LSOAs innerhalb jeder PUA, die nach Rangfolge zu den obersten 20 % der einkommensschwächsten Viertel in den einzelnen Mitgliedsländern gehören. Daten für Schottland aus dem Jahr 2020. Belfast nicht enthalten.
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Data source: IMD 2025, WIMD 2025, SIMD 2020. • Notes: Shows proportion of LSOAs within each PUA which area in the top 20% of most income deprived neighbourhoods in each constituent country by ranking. Scotland data from 2020. Belfast not included.
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Original link: [https://www.centreforcities.org/reader/cities-outlook-2026/city-monitor-the-latest-data/#figure-9-living-standards](https://www.centreforcities.org/reader/cities-outlook-2026/city-monitor-the-latest-data/#figure-9-living-standards)
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Uh Southend, how did you get up there
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn’t fit for humans now,
There isn’t grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.
Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.
And get that man with double chin
Who’ll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women’s tears:
And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.
But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It’s not their fault that they are mad,
They’ve tasted Hell.
It’s not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It’s not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead
And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren’t look up and see the stars
But belch instead.
In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.
Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.
Crawley having hardly anyone in the bottom 20%, but loads in the low-mid 20% exactly sums up the place.
What’s going on in Slough and Crawley?