Goodmayes — Here they breed secretaries. It'€™s in the water. Infant girls root around for dictaphones, Drafting letters in pliable minds. Such behaviour is trained out of boys. As men, they are strange and vague. Shackled to vast dishwashers and floor cleaner, They pass whole days bowed-headed. The girls, as women, shine. They stand in rows with sass and grace, Watching for the 8.17, Discussing celebrity marriage. Slagging off other office staff. And past lip gloss and bronzer — That rock-steady belief; Life doesn'€™t get any better than this.