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.

Church and Mafia

Evening crept in, people started disappearing. Eventually, we were down to her parents, a brother and a sister. The brother a doctor, earning about fourpence a week, some of this having to be paid to certain people for him to keep his job ... The tentacles of Church and Mafia reached deep into every crevice of Society. Nothing Sacred when it comes to money. Had to admit...at Carmen's question England not quite like that, although within a decade or two the situation would be so. My prophecy being correct. The Conservative administration having been continually in power since that meeting in Naples, the Country reduced by greed. Gap between Rich and Poor never been greater since the Middle ages. A headmaster is criticised by the government in 1995 for erecting a building for the School's Orchestra. The Minister of Education remarking that the money would have been better spent on replacing old Nissen huts. The headmaster's reply, most appropriate. He said quite calmly "This is not a Banana Republic" (although it soon will be) the same old story under the Tories. Fewer teachers ... bigger classes ... what do they fucking care ... be honest, if you were in their position of unbridled power, of selling ALL the family silver for their own pockets ... would you...care? No.. there is little now to discern between Italy and this once proud Country. Money now God. All Churches speculating real estate, never mind the prayers... The apartments converted from the Church in Lancaster Gate each brought One Million Pounds.

The Churches in Naples are resplendent with Gold and apparently on every corner of every thoroughfare.... no subtlety about them as I was very soon to find out. At first my feeling was of sheer disbelief that people were willing and anxious to pay to go in, pay for candles, pay for each prayer, pay for each step taken, pay for their position in the Church ... shall I go on ...? When Carmen carefully explained to me that it depended of how much money could be put up before getting married as to which Church would accommodate. Once settled every step taken, measured and had a price ... Carmen nevertheless insisted that we visited Church once, if not twice every day. Nothing would open her eyes. Nothing could shake her faith in the World beyond. Unfortunately I never thought of that idea to sell people. Certainly, I never flouted my atheism, she would hold my arm when considered it dark enough, that no one was looking. We made a very handsome couple, she, just slightly shorter than myself, her thick, black hair, hanging down beyond her shoulders. A very good body. She dressed right up to date. Her family not short of a few bob. Could do no wrong, the Sun shining from her backside. Carmen really reckoned herself, having pulled off the coup with the Englishman. Took me repeatedly down to the University .... Coffee with her myriad friends who stared and tried out their English on me.... unable to resist gestures towards me that showed the real situation to those interested ... they all were! .. The older man, mature. Still having my heavy crop of curly hair, carried myself well, kept my mouth shut, obviously I cared and looked after her ... what more could they want?
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