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.

The Tram

The faded Yellow trams of Bucharest, are very tired.

Slowly they rumble, clank, grind, meander their melancholy way along their curving cracked bands of dull steel which encircle, bisect and grip tight the City of Trees.

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As we had left the Registry Office it struck me the that it would necessary to take Cynthia somewhere for the "Honeymoon" ..at least one convention. After all, had never bought the poor cow a wedding cake, never occurred to me and she never said anything, as usual. Thought of Pattaya... only thought... Then decided could hardly be bothered with all the rigmarole. Had done enough travelling, unfortunate for Cynthia ..that she had not, but having me is all she ever wanted.. so she keeps saying.

Decided somehow that a ride about town on a tram would keep the lower decks amused... especially if it were full of Jerry Cans of wine (so it turned out, everyone, including the driver, falling about). A long line of trams shunted up behind our drunken progress.. Romanians stood, looked in some amazement, at this innovation from the "Rich World" West of the Mountains.

Cynthia ordered a tram ..on the Barclay Card. Amazing the things which can be done with that piece of plastic.

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