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.

June 1975.

It would appear that there is going to be one entry for this year. It is difficult to say anything anymore... what is left to say?

Say that it has been very hot. That I ... and the family are all fit and well ... that the world goes slowly by us ... that everything we want/need; we only have to ask for... That Jenny has made another recovery ... a champagne based one ... that she, at the very least, has found herself, that the boy gets bigger each week, that life will never be so good, that I am still looking for the 'Catch" ... that I do not think I will fit in anywhere in this world, that I an condemned to loneliness through all eternity ... loneliness being one of the more enduring by-products of Western Civilization.

I still watch, wait, no longer fornicate. No, there is nothing more to say ... no longer hope, having managed to suppress most of the things I really wanted. Occasionally, something breaks through ... I see the Sky, watch the trees and forget.
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