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.

Monday 7th February. 2.p.m.

A most glorious spring day. Thought of England.. how it would be now.. No doubt depressing , no doubt damp .

Anyway determined not to be detracted, really have to push on., irrespective of what is happening here and there is plenty. Dana has just left looking radiant… been with me almost three weeks ..no longer having to work seventy two hours a week, 6 nights, with four boys in the sausage factory loading onto a lorry 24,000 kilos of meat .. her wages something less than 2.000.000 lei a month less than $20 a week, I pay her that for doing very little ..very little indeed…….. a couple of hours a day and perks.

Sunday she was here all day because she wanted to be ..she cooked dinner .. had a small party, five of us who where here… she thought it rather better than the sausage factory run by a Greek who has no qualms and has every interest in exploitation.. ..knows the ropes in that respect.

The Greeks, as so many affluent nationalities, come here for two reasons only, Sex and exploitation.. but the last has to be modified…A certain Cypriot gentleman I know of, came here with little and has built up literally a thriving empire in the clothing business.. but he has taken good care of the myriad army who labour ever on for him.. this flotsam from the lost World of Ceausescu and the indifference of so called “Western Civilization” …

There was also another young woman here ..apparently, without any work, any visible means of support.. whom really I cannot continue about now, so much as I would prefer to.. very entertaining …….for Peter.


"Feel" is the word of the moment …feel I have to get on with it otherwise I shall never catch myself up .. before death catches up with Peter.. Death, hardly something to stand on ceremony, hardly something that can be asked, in all politeness to wait until one puts the finishing touches to this rather obscure , meaningless, perhaps sad, existence.

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