My father actually spent his secondary school years in Slough! He was there between about 1937 and 1942. He then volunteered for service and ended up driving an M5 tank through France and the Low Countries after Normandy...and thence into Germany and Czechoslovakia.

His memories of Slough do not suggest a terribly inspiring place to me. Plus, it has possibly the ugliest name ever given to a town in the English language...except maybe for Crouch End.