21 OCTOBER 1995, Page 44

Ethnic Cleansing, Malvern

The door. A man in camouflage fatigues, Bulldog Militia Insignia. He asks About Welsh families in our street and smiles, It's time for them to leave. Artillery Distorts the Beacon; rocket sights are trained On Hereford. He gives the Mercian Salute, which we return, and chats about Our shrubbery; he finds it overgrown. And afterwards we point him to the Tudor Watkins's at number fifty-four.

Martin Reed