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 6th; 1975.

Jenny and Mark have been gone fourteen days. Possibly today is the first moment there has been to stop and look about , there has been so much clearing up to do, both here, in this flat and in my own mind.


Really I want to stay this way ... on my own, with my occasional, hourly interlude, very enlightening, I must remark.
At first these small jaunts into the night wound me up, now I do not know quite what to say. The whole transaction is very convenient... a woman without involvement is surely the ultimate in this existence.

Not keen on facing the thought as to what will happen if Jennifer does not make it? It is too great a day to stumble on that one. Maybe I will be lucky ... just one more time.
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