The bottom line of this perhaps rather long narrative, is not, as I initially started out as a perhaps green, green badge cab driver, who did not move to the valley of Diesel “Ilford” with the obligatory new cab, wife, mortgage and two kids.

No one more surprised than I at the realisation of what has materialised, a first hand description humiliation and deprivation of the British working class from the 1930's.

This erosion brought about entirely by deliberate policy of successive governments.. and the ten draconian years of Tony Blair who deliberately, for whatever reason, encouraged the influx of irrepresible waves of the World's disenchanted onto these shores, by doing so, creating a powerful, intimidating, devisive weapon against the indigenous labouring masses and a hard core of … crime, poverty and unemployment… the triple iron fist of all governments,plus Enron, 9/11, Afghan conflict over oil, Kosovo all emphatically used by Blair; any outcry was by "politically incorrect racists" as Dr David Kelly was to find to the cost of his life.

The differential between rich and poor, is greater now, than during the Middle Ages.

By now the procedure, my procedure is known, know my only possible option, to fall back in the cab.. to creep about the streets.. all this written.. known.. to those who have persevered this far.

Tempted to cut out my sudden descent into mental oblivion, unable to face myself in isolation again.

Saw Brenda once or twice, stumbled across her in the street, she too had gone paranoid.. Throwing things in a shop because something upset her.. Why I had to pass at that moment... Her daughter begged me to drag the mother away.. take her home, which I reluctantly did.. Brenda acid, without doubt.. if looks could kill..... Remembered her Siren song to me, rushed unceremoniously down her stairs and out, breathing the air in great gulps.

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