I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Great British dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all windows are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of England the sons of former factory workers and the sons of former factory workers owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the county of Yorkshire, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and fenestration.

I have a dream that our little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the quality of their windows.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in London, with its vicious salesmen, with its Mayor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in London, little timber windows and aluminium windows will be able to join handles with little PVC windows and steel windows as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be PVC, every hill and mountain shall be made of aluminium, the rough places will be made of timber, and the crooked places will be made of GRP, and the glory of fenestration shall be revealed, and all sales people shall see it together.