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.

Saturday 2nd September. 1995. 7.a.m.

Heat gone from what was a very hot Summer, the heat gone from myself after my return from Bucharest yesterday.

Tomorrow, Sunday the 3rd, it will be over half a century since another trip.....That particular Sunday, a trip to Reading with my parents in our smart Austin 10 Saloon. Quite clearly the sign, written in chalk on a piece of board by the side of the traffic congested road "War Declared".

A long crocodile of humanity fleeing from impending disaster. I was to be "evacuated" whatever that meant.

Sit here turning the Wedding ring Cynthia gave me, gave me with some mixed feelings I felt. Worried what her friends were thinking, her running about finding money for me.. was she some kind of fool? She, agitated, almost unsure, on the street corner, morning iridescent Sun streaming, we, waiting for the tram.

Humanity not changed in the half century. People remain in their polarised positions. So long as "the right thing" is apparently being done, they continue to smile.. to nod their heads approvingly.. step from the conventional ....


Quite obviously I never have, never expected, to wear such a "emblem?" Certainly Pa had come up with a half Bart pure gold ring to the total amazement of everyone. no Thai lady reciprocates in such a way ..to give something.. especially Pa, Top Gun, Queen of the Billionaires Bar. They thought she too had taken leave of her senses. Cynthia? a more delicate affair, one moment her mother's ring, the next, melted down to thinly fit on the huge third finger of my left hand.

No, nothing has changed.. perhaps most people now enmeshed in living other people's lives.. This strong tendency becoming the manipulative instrument played on by all Governments. Large daily doses of controlled attitudes and behaviour being fed to populations throughout the World. Interesting for me to remain about long enough to see if the edge of television will be blunted finally.. people turning from it, turning it Off. Apparent, to even the simplest soul, there are no more ideas, no fresh thoughts transmitted from it. Television, without doubt, a technical masterpiece.. conceivably, going the way of the long playing record.
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