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.

Salih's Photographic Days

With profound relief went to the garage, sorted out the cabs.

Salih and the Turkish mob, unhappy with my frequent departures to distant places….most disconcerted.

"What !!! you going again!!!" .. all looking daggers at me.. all tied tight to their wives, ”families” unable to move.

Quite apparent, the Turkish people, the cabs and I were not really in harmony. My trips really getting to them. But what was their problem?? They, getting paid rather well. Every Friday after noon… every one… I put $600 cash in Salih's overalls pocket.. he never counted it .. no need to .. I had never been short.. simply patted the pocket…smiled.. he never complained.. about that…!


If someone were giving me that kind of money ..especially as it were tax free, would hardly question their life style.. .. If it were me .. would keep my mouth shut tight.

No, Salih, motivated entirely by greed and jealousy, as so many people on this Planet, he could not do that, keep his mouth shut.. few people can…especially as the previous summer, back in Cyprus with his old woman.. on the beach.. the story goes.. bought himself a camera.

(If I had a camera, he wanted one.. he had leant a few tricks from Peter..)

Now…on the beach.. the story goes, saw this girl, topless, saw his opportunity… instead of dutifully snapping his wife, the grandchildren, the languid surf and the seagulls, he turned the camera intending to photograph the young lady.. her firm breasts, her youth, her vitality.. her everything he ever wanted when lying at night, with the woman of his youth now fat, faintly smelling , long devoid of any desire ..longed to recapture his longing, his desire, on film.. he, so suddenly full of bravado !

His wife .. very close to him, watching, as ever , as always, unfortunately, read this diabolical thought on his face and with her fat fist .. which was the same size as any man's.. simply did not hit him …she hit the camera which smashed into his head, giving him the most wonderful pair of black eyes I had seen in a very long time.

End of his photographic days..

Naturally….

My fault…!!
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