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.

Cynthia

Wishing a short cut to the finish. Quite categorically know that there cannot be one... some way of simply picking up the past threads of my existence without having to sift through it all. At the same time prepared, more or less, for the eventuality of death, my life, straight as it will ever be, ever can be.

A widening split now in my head, have become aware of a fork in the road.

Fifteen hundred miles away ... three hours flight, seven hours, door to door, another life waits for me. Only yesterday, I heard myself saying to Cynthia on the phone. "Tell Mrs. Clegg and the British Embassy that if they still refuse to give you a Visa then we will Marry." Had a great deal of trouble with Mrs. Clegg, ensconced in the Consulate at Bucharest... know it sounds big, but think the only reason she consistently refuses Cynthia a visa is that she is Jealous... on the couple of occasions I have met the quite handsome woman, there has always been a atmosphere between us, besides she never recovered from the Fax I sent, saying she was "Loveless" a complete wynd up .. everyone read this missile.. before she did.. things were never the same after that.

Cynthia always wished I could get Mrs. Clegg chained up in this flat.. chained up in the huge cupboard with the whips... naked, other than for bright red nail varnish and matching lipstick..

She would watch, avidly.

Cynthia is like that.

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