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.

It is Tuesday 21st November.1995. 1.30.a.m.

Silence .

Looking at these last words suddenly feel that there is nothing more to say.. can be said.. not already said.

Again see my life laid out flat before me.. the past still reaching into the future. But I am tired.. How many more glorious, iridescent days.. How many more afternoons in my Yellow room with the Green entwining entrails of the plants twisting over me... strong shafts of Autumn Sunlight stretching from infinity. How much longer can I sit here in the Silence of the Night, isolated by my own preference?

Rather more reluctance at leaving my Wife, last grey, snowy, Sunday morning.. only a very few people in the Airport.. another Tashkent.. only a very few people on the 737. The short flight in the bright light above the Snow clouds, above the White tipped mountain tops.. The imperceptible descent, along the Thames ..along the Piccadilly line.. along the 253 Bus route, packed with myriad, multi coloured people.. Once more to stand on the Common. Nothing had changed.
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