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 Soprano

Door bell suddenly ringing, ringing, after about fifteen minutes, did not take much vibration, did not take much to realize it was Raluca, could feel her intensity, her impatience through the walls, through the flat. Door burst open, she burst in, singing at the top of her voice. Evidently, so they say, she is going to be one of the World’s best, so they say and she was not going to let anybody to forget it, not at this present moment.
She had grown, quite, shall we say, large, since I had last seen her. If she was going to be a Soprano, well then, her figure matched. Almost impossible to suppress her. Refused to stop singing, not singing quietly, singing as if she were in the Albert Hall, her voice would easy fill the Albert Hall, easily, without any effort on her part. Unsuppressed, unsuppressable, unstoppable.. Andreea’s soft voice, her soft tears, the tears, the soft tears in her brown eyes, swept away. Everything is swept away in front of Raluca.

Suddenly she required feeding.. told her she needed a bath, soaked in sweat. Refused the bath, becoming almost a hypochondriac, demanded Anadin tablets, demanded to be kept out of the draft, demanded full stop. Petrified of catching a cold before her examination, the final examination.

No room to think other than of Raluca. We trooped into SpringTime where she ordered quite large quantities of food which she devoured very quickly, quickly indeed.

In the flat she and Cynthia retired to the bath. Watched television, waited. Both appeared back, laughing, naked, falling about, falling into bed. Television switched off. Raluca needed to be brought on quickly, to have her period before the exam. Peter did his best to satisfy this requirement.

Evidently, singers believe if they perform during their period, they sing flat. Raluca did not wish to sing flat. She, never very demonstrative in bed, not during the act - apparently quite satisfied with my efforts, fell asleep.

Awakened at dawn, in the dawn light both Cynthia and Raluca making more demands. thought, “No one is going to believe this.”
Suddenly Raluca energized again. Time to go, time to throw the clothes on, time to go into her orbit once more. A mad rush, telephone the taxi, taxi whisking her quickly away.
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