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.

October 23rd.

Jenny off again into the 'Wide Blue Yonder', she looks remarkably well. So.... I hardly want to type next words they will simply be the same old reiteration ... the 'same old common worn out song'. Strangely, the days are idyllic. my thoughts occasionally calm. Love to watch Mark on his bike, the sun shining on the tea table, the grass greenness only surpassed by the blue sky scattered with iridescent clouds. There is only one apparent question remaining.... "Have I not had enough? how many more of this glorious days to watch?”

'I have known it all... known it all already ... The evenings, mornings, afternoons. The tea, the cakes, the ices ... forcing the moment to it's crisis'.

The man poised the question which only occurred to me yesterday.


Sitting here in the silence ... I do not want to go on.

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