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.

Val and Al

Bucuresti…………. Wednesday, January 03, 2001.. 5:08 PM

Silent, incredibly!.. No dogs barking… where have they gone during my five weeks absence ? Much has change during that period.. I have changed…No longer prepared to put myself out.. not that I ever really was.. whomever put themselves out for Peter?! good question.

For the first time in very many years, find myself extremely angry at a female.. Big Eddy, always angry at females, always surprised at my remaining sanguine.. possibly annoyed with me ..then everyone annoyed him in some way.. his irritation with life spilling over into a early death. 53, not old for a man in the twentieth century

Spent the five Interminable weeks in Southgate by night, during the day 2..3..4..a.m. tracking round the North Circular, the A406, en route to Heathrow Airport ..where I would silently join the long sleeping queue of taxis waiting.. interminable waiting. The Xmas Period not really all that, quietest have ever known in my thirty eight working Xmases in the black box, a foretaste of that which is to come .. The stock market slipping long before the 25th ..people evidently ignoring the writing on the wall as people invariable do . Now, today, the FT; index.. a falling piano, something for people to get out of the way of .

My nights at Southgate with David, my "Landlord" I being passed to him by his brother whom I stayed previously with for two years on and off between going home here.. The brother Alan and his girlfriend Valerie of 30 odd years thereabouts.. They both tired off the situation which had developed… tired being the weakest word I could have used.. Perhaps, should have said daggers drawn… neither would admit to this, although their deepest emotions would have gone that far in other people , people who were not so afraid ..afraid of there own shadows perhaps

No, Alan and Valerie, an odd couple indeed and I have met a few couples.

Until this episode, Bernie and Audrey… were always the two I held up as the other end of the spectrum, Bernie being the ultimate "Yes" man..

With Val and Al it is something different …a tortured silence endured by both over the years.. the curtest acknowledgment of each other's existence .. the cooker not used for ten years ..they both living the ultimate of separate lives in confined circumstances, each despising the other, neither having the strength, the will, the initiative, to get out. Each willing to suffer the insufferable for their own physical comfort ..the ultimate in "Appearance and reality"
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