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Monday, October 21, 2002…………
Fourteen months since the September 11th fiasco. .the fall out from that still continues. Capitalism collapsing fast. The rich long ago having taken other people's investments, pension money ….and run. Those who saved all their lives, in all trusting innocence for their old age, now rot in their old age for their naivete… …Nothing changes.
The punishment for those few caught in this great swindle, is at the worst, a couple of years in prison, at the best, some light work in society, or a fine. What is money to these creatures of the dark??? (Ruth will perhaps forgive me for saying this, but 95% of them, Jews) Hardly their money, they never slogged for it, went without for it, starved for it. Jews have always held this position right through the ages. Shakespeare had rather a great deal of comment on their behavior
Bush again conspiring with the Israeli's, his very powerful backers…. This time, he (they) after Iraq's oil… his excuse, the Israeli's excuse being, Iraq poses a "threat.." a cover up also for the out of control, downward spiraling economy. Unfortunately this conspiracy is all falling about his and the Zionists ears. Bush, his cohorts and his puppet Blair are the only people who want this precarious action. The Zionist's belatedly pulling back from their Palestinian occupation, knowing what conceivably is next to come, conceivably, also, with some trepidation.
As one of Bush's men remarked, rather unguardedly:
"If Saddam Hussein grew carrots in his back yard, no one would give a fuck"
Going to war is double edged bonus for Bush, a get out from a downward spiraling dollar and control of the Persian Gulf.. A jewel to be grasped…….His eyes from there can only be on World domination. His brain ostensibly not wishing to see Russia and China, who may conceivably object to his aspirations.
"Clinton went to war, bombing Yugoslavia as a get out for Lewinsky",
…….. Said this many times previously: For his deviousness, his destruction, his disregard for humanity, he has been awarded the Nobel peace prize…….. !! It does not need thinking about. As remarked in the Moscow times 20th Oct; 2002….."a booby prize", and booby's do not come any bigger than Clinton and the two B's. Unlikely the Yugoslavs have forgotten this incident, the treachery, never surprised if New York or London were blown away by these people. Bush rubbished on all fronts... but he, rather myopic and slightly stupid, unable to see from which way the wind is coming, or, indeed, which way it is going.
Today, Tuesday, October 22, 2002, he is starting to make placatory noises "I could consider not going to War…" As if he was Caesar. Not doubt, even a man with such an incredible thick head, has woken to the sheer weight of opposition to his policies and the deviousness of the deeply avaricious friends he keeps, those who put him in power, expensively keeping him there.
From my reasonably comfortable position here in Beller, after my slogging it out in London, feel safer than in the West, if "Safe" has ever been any of my considerations, but why stick your neck out?? Have been through one war and various other rather awkward situations. Why languish in London when quite conceivably, one could be killed for no fault of their own, simply attempting to scrape money to pay the bills, the tax man... and the mortgage… why hang about for that…….!! Or, as is now happening in Washington D. C. being indiscriminately killed by a sniper's bullet in the street. The score so far, is about 9 dead… simply ordinary people, minding their own business…. The only "threat" they ever knew, we ever knew… always constantly aware of, being:
"Where is the next dollar bill coming from?"
G.W. Bush, his intense desire for Iraqi oil, he, backed, up to the hilt by the powerful Zionist factor in American politics, is conceivably the greatest threat to World peace since Hitler.
It could be remarked how Jews always figure boldly in Global conflicts, past and pending. Obviously, he who pays the piper, calls the tune.
There have been some interesting revelations since Enron and the other major American companies who have simply disappeared ... with the money. Excesses far exceeding Roman orgies have been revealed. Only the very tip of that which did occur... enough to stir the masses, for them to lift their heads from the endless grindstone, to actually, momentarily, only momentarily, stop.… To think beyond the blur of striving for a existence, while the few "live" in a manner beyond their comprehension... where parties are held which cost millions of dollars, this in itself, not enough. The "Guests" are jetted and helicoptered to some remote tropical island. A fantasy World where champagne flows endlessly through the penis of a huge stone statue. Each guest given a small bag with a "present", hardly a bag of sweets and a orange … These bags contain jewelry, round the world air tickets and cruises on ocean going liners… Some people have been known, still in the state of "greed." their only motivation, consideration, to take two of these bags… Yet the masses remain sanguine, nothing can stir them sufficiently to rise up, realizing there is little or nothing they can do, however disproportionate their situation, only having to look about to see the reality.
The rich, the powerful, openly surrounded by myriad masses of men in black, who are ready, eager, paid, to kill anyone who dares to make a gesture of discontent, kill with the most deadly array of weapons known to mankind, chemical, mechanical, brutal and biological.
The prediction of George Orwell has long been in effect. The masses, since the end of the War, have imperceptibly been crushed, watched each moment of every day by Big Brother.. In London a person is photographed six times a day on average… simply going about their business.
Justice, always has been, always will be……….
The will of the stronger.
Call it "Democracy" sounds so much better.
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England...will be fully controlled from Delhi before the year 2020..
Those from the Indian sub continent soon realized that capitalism's insatiable demand for "Cheap" labour and it's determination to smash the Trade Unions, could be twisted round to their own advantage. This endless horde now control every post office, every corner shop, every petrol station and have infiltrated into all the lower echelons of government and the highest positions in "Society" creeping insidiously, determinedly, ever towards full control of the levers of Power and Capital .
The fingers of finance, about to be badly burnt, as they were when assisting Adolf Hitler in his re building of Germany with the aid of forced slave labour. History has a habit of repeating itself
There is no visible, apparent concern at this position from the powers that be. No discussion of the subject allowed. Truth hidden behind the words "Racist" "Human Rights".. "Political correctness", the big three deceptions of the last half century.
Nothing of this metamorphose escapes out from the heavily manipulated "media". The situation.. totally accepted. …. It would seem.
Now, no escaping World Domination by Muslims. Chechnya, Indonesia, Serbia and the forty years work they have put into undermining Europe. Remarkably, actively helped by Europeans
Cannot recall any period in history when a group of countries blindly participated in their own demise ..out of greed and self interest.
Western civilization now full of obedient, plastic people, soft, frightened, tremulous. Unable, unwilling, to see the sharp axe of reality poised high above their heads. The invading armies of the night meet with no resistance, hidden by a endless plethora of comforting, mindless, deeply deceptive, television, kind thoughts and gentle words.
England, all of England, will be fully controlled from Delhi before the year 2020.. for now, its tentacles grip tight the central swathe… Birmingham, Manchester, Sheffield, Coventry, Nottingham, Leicester, Luton, Leeds, Slough, and all the London Boroughs .
Then it will be ….
"Oh, good morning driver, lovely day…please take us to Westminster Mosque.."
……….Not, Westminster Abbey.
As wrote years ago…….
."if I were a young man, with a young family, would send my children to a Muslim school in order to make it easier for them when the transition does come."
When the British controlled India it only required 5000 people.. Varying estimates of Indians in this country now ……between two and three million.
The fingers of finance, about to be badly burnt, as they were when assisting Adolf Hitler in his re building of Germany with the aid of forced slave labour. History has a habit of repeating itself
There is no visible, apparent concern at this position from the powers that be. No discussion of the subject allowed. Truth hidden behind the words "Racist" "Human Rights".. "Political correctness", the big three deceptions of the last half century.
Nothing of this metamorphose escapes out from the heavily manipulated "media". The situation.. totally accepted. …. It would seem.
Now, no escaping World Domination by Muslims. Chechnya, Indonesia, Serbia and the forty years work they have put into undermining Europe. Remarkably, actively helped by Europeans
Cannot recall any period in history when a group of countries blindly participated in their own demise ..out of greed and self interest.
Western civilization now full of obedient, plastic people, soft, frightened, tremulous. Unable, unwilling, to see the sharp axe of reality poised high above their heads. The invading armies of the night meet with no resistance, hidden by a endless plethora of comforting, mindless, deeply deceptive, television, kind thoughts and gentle words.
England, all of England, will be fully controlled from Delhi before the year 2020.. for now, its tentacles grip tight the central swathe… Birmingham, Manchester, Sheffield, Coventry, Nottingham, Leicester, Luton, Leeds, Slough, and all the London Boroughs .
Then it will be ….
"Oh, good morning driver, lovely day…please take us to Westminster Mosque.."
……….Not, Westminster Abbey.
As wrote years ago…….
."if I were a young man, with a young family, would send my children to a Muslim school in order to make it easier for them when the transition does come."
When the British controlled India it only required 5000 people.. Varying estimates of Indians in this country now ……between two and three million.
An Anachronism.
Bucharest..
Thursday, March 30, 2000………3:19.p.m.
Have been back from England eight days, the experience there left me stressed and exhausted.
Hardly wish to repeat myself, to write-down the same comments, criticisms of that country. Initially, the first few days, quite happy in my little black cab chugging about the streets, gradually became aware the streets were full of Romanian gypsies.
The situation regarding immigration is apparently totally out of control, the people with their feet on the ground are very intimidated, humiliated and rather angry. One Romanian, begging woman, discretion to the wind, threw a duchess to the floor outside Harrods, of all conceivable places.. (if I had done likewise they would have locked me up in the Tower of London and thrown the key away.)
To exacerbate this, a underground train driver was attacked with knives, mob handed, for warning his passengers to beware of the gypsies . The next day there was not one to be seen on the streets of London, however, banishing these people, out of sight, out of mind.. hardly solves the problem.
It is admitted officially that 400,000 people, the majority, from Istanbul to Delhi, are entering Europe annually, the real figure is possibly four times that number.
Never known, not since the days of Enoch Powell, such outrage amongst the working class, they having to pay very large increases in taxation for this influx of seeping, insidious humanity, who are sucking up every financial advantage, every council home available, totally in disdain of the indigenous population.
As said in previous books, the situation now simply needs only a spark to ignite a inferno. This has always been a dot on the card from my observations.
Previous governments, this government, Jack Straw in particular, now confronted point blank with a problem created entirely by themselves, the out come of their determination to subjugate the working and middle classes, which has been achieved.
Jack Straw, as a young man, saw and seized a opportunity, rose to power by standing on the backs of black people, gay people and minority groups, standing firm on their "rights" disregarding entirely the wishes, the thoughts of his own race , as if they were of no consequence. Throughout history there have been such men . His attitude, even when confronted by the unrest in the country now, is unchanged, his only answer is to make even more stringent laws to stifle any outcry against his fanaticism The mere whiff of the wrong "attitude" regarding black people, the slightest hint of the so called "racism" and it is imprisonment.... banged up. The all powerful "race relations syndrome" will make absolutely certain of that, as it has done with the concept of free speech, the Union Jack.. and most other aspects of English culture
To be White English in the year 2000, is an anachronism.
Imperative that one is "Politically Correct" Imperative that one "Learns to live with black people" as I was told by a perhaps intimidating, very big, very black man …a "visitor " to my home from Hackney Town Hall, that bastion of all things black.
The witch hunts of mediaeval ages were a tea party compared with the happenings of now, it may be a mad hatters so far as people of Europe are concerned, for them it is also fast becoming a nightmare, each rising tide bringing with it the flotsam of the World's disenchanted.
The Black vote is now vast and of vast consequence to the Labour party, also the answer as to why its eyes are completely closed to the inevitable, why there can be no attempt to stem the influx, why there is no consideration of the future .. there is none.
Thursday, March 30, 2000………3:19.p.m.
Have been back from England eight days, the experience there left me stressed and exhausted.
Hardly wish to repeat myself, to write-down the same comments, criticisms of that country. Initially, the first few days, quite happy in my little black cab chugging about the streets, gradually became aware the streets were full of Romanian gypsies.
The situation regarding immigration is apparently totally out of control, the people with their feet on the ground are very intimidated, humiliated and rather angry. One Romanian, begging woman, discretion to the wind, threw a duchess to the floor outside Harrods, of all conceivable places.. (if I had done likewise they would have locked me up in the Tower of London and thrown the key away.)
To exacerbate this, a underground train driver was attacked with knives, mob handed, for warning his passengers to beware of the gypsies . The next day there was not one to be seen on the streets of London, however, banishing these people, out of sight, out of mind.. hardly solves the problem.
It is admitted officially that 400,000 people, the majority, from Istanbul to Delhi, are entering Europe annually, the real figure is possibly four times that number.
Never known, not since the days of Enoch Powell, such outrage amongst the working class, they having to pay very large increases in taxation for this influx of seeping, insidious humanity, who are sucking up every financial advantage, every council home available, totally in disdain of the indigenous population.
As said in previous books, the situation now simply needs only a spark to ignite a inferno. This has always been a dot on the card from my observations.
Previous governments, this government, Jack Straw in particular, now confronted point blank with a problem created entirely by themselves, the out come of their determination to subjugate the working and middle classes, which has been achieved.
Jack Straw, as a young man, saw and seized a opportunity, rose to power by standing on the backs of black people, gay people and minority groups, standing firm on their "rights" disregarding entirely the wishes, the thoughts of his own race , as if they were of no consequence. Throughout history there have been such men . His attitude, even when confronted by the unrest in the country now, is unchanged, his only answer is to make even more stringent laws to stifle any outcry against his fanaticism The mere whiff of the wrong "attitude" regarding black people, the slightest hint of the so called "racism" and it is imprisonment.... banged up. The all powerful "race relations syndrome" will make absolutely certain of that, as it has done with the concept of free speech, the Union Jack.. and most other aspects of English culture
To be White English in the year 2000, is an anachronism.
Imperative that one is "Politically Correct" Imperative that one "Learns to live with black people" as I was told by a perhaps intimidating, very big, very black man …a "visitor " to my home from Hackney Town Hall, that bastion of all things black.
The witch hunts of mediaeval ages were a tea party compared with the happenings of now, it may be a mad hatters so far as people of Europe are concerned, for them it is also fast becoming a nightmare, each rising tide bringing with it the flotsam of the World's disenchanted.
The Black vote is now vast and of vast consequence to the Labour party, also the answer as to why its eyes are completely closed to the inevitable, why there can be no attempt to stem the influx, why there is no consideration of the future .. there is none.
Glenna's Demise
Susan’s mother, who invariably opened the street door dressed as if expecting the Queen for afternoon tea, became almost “friendly” towards Peter for want of a better word…. She saw the transformation in her daughter, saw the boy becoming bigger and bouncier. Talk of letting Susan have the child back providing it was taken to the mother’s house. the mother very keen on this arrangement, she having the most attractive bungalow, slap in the middle of town.. worth a cock eyed fortune. The past, apparently forgotten, the Sun shone… only the dark shadow of Glenna who by now getting very up tight, she seeing which way the tide was running, it culminated in rather a surprise for Peter.
I had this, or I have? perhaps I still have, not quite sure ? yes, have this affinity for young women, as so many other men, if they but dare admitt it. Glenna completely aware of this. To compliment my penchant, she had the ability to chat these creatures, charm them out of the trees.. not quite mesmerize them…follow her like the pied piper, maybe.
Glenna lived at the YMCA Tottenham Court Road, wonderful gymnasium. Would sit, drink my coffee and watch her contortions, tricks, jumping up and down, running round and round, she incredibly athletic, not a ounce of fat on her.
She would sit with me after these exertions. follow my eyes, see where they were resting, whom they were resting upon, which particular female. Having assessed the position, she would quite casually walk over to whomever, sit down and start chatting, quite comfortably.. simple as that. Occasionally, the chosen girl would nod, go off, get dressed and we three would saunter out to the cab, drive up Tottenham Court Road, Camden Town, Holloway, Finsbury Park, Manor House, down into Darkest Hackney. Up the thirty nine steps and so all into bed. Not always so lucky.. nevertheless, something which brought a smile to my face.
Always deeply interested me to watch Glenna chat and then perform……….
She became more and more morose, believing I was about to ditch her for my new status in Bishops Stortford…..things were by now going so well up there, Susan naturally putting the pressure on Peter to pack London in, which included Glenna.. get a job down there.. Hardly saw myself working for peanuts in the country. Suited me, few nights in London, some nights in the country. Up and down the M.11. what was wrong with that…?
Glenna would come around while I was in town, cook hot peppery food and demand far more than I was able to give her in the huge bed with the plants twirling about it.
Must have been one evening, late August, fiddling about in the flat phone rang…Glenna.. she sounded unusually happy..
“Oh Hi Glen .. '' She , quite calm and collected, her soft, attractive, sultry voice, deceptively flat..
"You know the tall, half cast girl you fancied the other afternoon at the gym…” Her voice tailing off.
knew straight away who she was talking about, a right sort.. about nineteen. Peter took the bait immediately. Immediately wide awake.. “Yes” I said .. gently as I was able "she is coming to my room to see me this evening….for a drink.. are you interested ??" Tried not to fall over myself said I would…… Forgot about driving a cab…
All bathed , cleaned myself up, tried to not look too much like a saddle tramp.. Plenty of time ....time for Johns café, the gang , eggs and chips.. Thought I would sit there as I had done throughout my life… it did seem, have a chat about the interminable nothing, then amble round the corner to Great Russel street. How can that be bad for a evening's entertainment….
Pulled up outside John's, about 30 other cabs there, all straddled down the street. Pubs wide open, everyone spilling on to the pavements with the beer. A very warm evening. Lambs Conduit in its heyday.. really buzzing.
Eggs and chips, had my tea, had another tea, all the gossip, the small adventures.. hot from the crowded streets.. the loud, excited noise from the café flooding out into the street as it had always done.
I looked too near the mark.. enough to arouse some comment, the slightest thing.. the most personal details, openly discussed, thrown about the room, nothing ever missed. They said, quite loudly, more or less in unison, group mind.. group discussion “Well who have you got tonight !! No subtlety about their questioning or questions .. ‘’Not quite sure “ I parried.. “On a promise, Glenna has found something for me “ They, not quite satisfied with this, nevertheless knew it was all they would get.. Albert the knocker persisted.. ”Bet you are away with Glenna for a blow job “. Everyone had had erotic thoughts about Glenna’s lips.. where she may put them and to what degree. Her other, deeper aspect, something which had eluded them, I, hardly going to open my mouth for them to find out….
They, very basic, strangely, in some ways prudish.. Slap bang tickle.. was “Orlright” but to step beyond the prescribed bounds, raised questions on their foreheads.
When they had all gathered at the flat for my “Parties” the photographs always caused them problems ..mostly they looked , yet remained silent.. a remarkable feat for any cab driver. No I hardly felt inclined to fill them in on the other side of Glenna, or myself come to that.
Drove round to Great Russel Street. Glenna very pleased to see me.. perhaps more so than usual …. slightly nervous, perhaps…effusive… Suddenly she locked the door.. Immediately felt as if I were locked in a tiger’s cage, such was the tense atmosphere.
Had been locked in other females flats before.. this particular occasion, realized rather too late I had swallowed the bait, Glenna having Peter precisely where she wanted him, for whatever reason was bugging her..
In a moment of indecision went to the window, thought I would get out of that.. looked down, about seventeen floors beneath me.. so no way was I getting out of any windows, that was for sure.. Thought, well now I have to face whatever it is.
Then she went for me.. flying fists. Here we go again … she a very strong woman. Pleased it was her fists, not a knife. Led with my left and gave her a short right which put her down but not quite out, out, out long enough for me to escape into one of the six lifts. Went up, then halfway down , up again, thought, this is good, up, down.. straight into the arms of Glenna. So now had it on my heels away.. decided not to make for the cab, if she finds that she will simply sit in it, perhaps forever..
Could run quite well in those days. Glenna ran after me, the security man ran after the both of us thinking she was chasing a intruder.. a good evenings entertainment you may think. Soon out of breath. Glenna caught Peter, the security man caught us both. when he realized we more than knew each other, he ambled off muttering.
What do I do now! she firmly had hold of me up against a wall in a back alley, could hear civilization honking and grinding it’s way into oblivion. She, really cracked up, anyone could see she was gone, then out of the blue between gasps she said “I have not had my injection!!” Thought out loud “What injection!!”
“ Oh , every three months I have to have one to keep me calm… up at the Whittigton hospital”
Lovely !! had it away again. Jumped on a bus, she jumped on behind me, jumped off, ran down the tube escalator .. Then we played that game ..on the bus, off the bus. Down the tube, up the tube. All very charming. After about a hour of this, we both surfaced on Kings Cross.
I walked, rather stumbled, into the Wimpy Bar, she tailing close behind.. Sat down, I shaking quite visibly.. my evenings entertainment…
Midnight, the clock straddled over Kings cross starting to strike.. could hear it very clearly through a lull in the traffic. The St Pancras clock, deciding it was midnight ten minutes later ..then, so long as I could remember, it always lagged behind.
Glenna and I both sat appraising the situation in silence , not a word spoken for one of those rather long, uncomfortable moments in time. Quite suddenly, quite calmly, she stood up, gathered herself together, gave me a final look, turned her back and walked out.
Never saw her again
I had this, or I have? perhaps I still have, not quite sure ? yes, have this affinity for young women, as so many other men, if they but dare admitt it. Glenna completely aware of this. To compliment my penchant, she had the ability to chat these creatures, charm them out of the trees.. not quite mesmerize them…follow her like the pied piper, maybe.
Glenna lived at the YMCA Tottenham Court Road, wonderful gymnasium. Would sit, drink my coffee and watch her contortions, tricks, jumping up and down, running round and round, she incredibly athletic, not a ounce of fat on her.
She would sit with me after these exertions. follow my eyes, see where they were resting, whom they were resting upon, which particular female. Having assessed the position, she would quite casually walk over to whomever, sit down and start chatting, quite comfortably.. simple as that. Occasionally, the chosen girl would nod, go off, get dressed and we three would saunter out to the cab, drive up Tottenham Court Road, Camden Town, Holloway, Finsbury Park, Manor House, down into Darkest Hackney. Up the thirty nine steps and so all into bed. Not always so lucky.. nevertheless, something which brought a smile to my face.
Always deeply interested me to watch Glenna chat and then perform……….
She became more and more morose, believing I was about to ditch her for my new status in Bishops Stortford…..things were by now going so well up there, Susan naturally putting the pressure on Peter to pack London in, which included Glenna.. get a job down there.. Hardly saw myself working for peanuts in the country. Suited me, few nights in London, some nights in the country. Up and down the M.11. what was wrong with that…?
Glenna would come around while I was in town, cook hot peppery food and demand far more than I was able to give her in the huge bed with the plants twirling about it.
Must have been one evening, late August, fiddling about in the flat phone rang…Glenna.. she sounded unusually happy..
“Oh Hi Glen .. '' She , quite calm and collected, her soft, attractive, sultry voice, deceptively flat..
"You know the tall, half cast girl you fancied the other afternoon at the gym…” Her voice tailing off.
knew straight away who she was talking about, a right sort.. about nineteen. Peter took the bait immediately. Immediately wide awake.. “Yes” I said .. gently as I was able "she is coming to my room to see me this evening….for a drink.. are you interested ??" Tried not to fall over myself said I would…… Forgot about driving a cab…
All bathed , cleaned myself up, tried to not look too much like a saddle tramp.. Plenty of time ....time for Johns café, the gang , eggs and chips.. Thought I would sit there as I had done throughout my life… it did seem, have a chat about the interminable nothing, then amble round the corner to Great Russel street. How can that be bad for a evening's entertainment….
Pulled up outside John's, about 30 other cabs there, all straddled down the street. Pubs wide open, everyone spilling on to the pavements with the beer. A very warm evening. Lambs Conduit in its heyday.. really buzzing.
Eggs and chips, had my tea, had another tea, all the gossip, the small adventures.. hot from the crowded streets.. the loud, excited noise from the café flooding out into the street as it had always done.
I looked too near the mark.. enough to arouse some comment, the slightest thing.. the most personal details, openly discussed, thrown about the room, nothing ever missed. They said, quite loudly, more or less in unison, group mind.. group discussion “Well who have you got tonight !! No subtlety about their questioning or questions .. ‘’Not quite sure “ I parried.. “On a promise, Glenna has found something for me “ They, not quite satisfied with this, nevertheless knew it was all they would get.. Albert the knocker persisted.. ”Bet you are away with Glenna for a blow job “. Everyone had had erotic thoughts about Glenna’s lips.. where she may put them and to what degree. Her other, deeper aspect, something which had eluded them, I, hardly going to open my mouth for them to find out….
They, very basic, strangely, in some ways prudish.. Slap bang tickle.. was “Orlright” but to step beyond the prescribed bounds, raised questions on their foreheads.
When they had all gathered at the flat for my “Parties” the photographs always caused them problems ..mostly they looked , yet remained silent.. a remarkable feat for any cab driver. No I hardly felt inclined to fill them in on the other side of Glenna, or myself come to that.
Drove round to Great Russel Street. Glenna very pleased to see me.. perhaps more so than usual …. slightly nervous, perhaps…effusive… Suddenly she locked the door.. Immediately felt as if I were locked in a tiger’s cage, such was the tense atmosphere.
Had been locked in other females flats before.. this particular occasion, realized rather too late I had swallowed the bait, Glenna having Peter precisely where she wanted him, for whatever reason was bugging her..
In a moment of indecision went to the window, thought I would get out of that.. looked down, about seventeen floors beneath me.. so no way was I getting out of any windows, that was for sure.. Thought, well now I have to face whatever it is.
Then she went for me.. flying fists. Here we go again … she a very strong woman. Pleased it was her fists, not a knife. Led with my left and gave her a short right which put her down but not quite out, out, out long enough for me to escape into one of the six lifts. Went up, then halfway down , up again, thought, this is good, up, down.. straight into the arms of Glenna. So now had it on my heels away.. decided not to make for the cab, if she finds that she will simply sit in it, perhaps forever..
Could run quite well in those days. Glenna ran after me, the security man ran after the both of us thinking she was chasing a intruder.. a good evenings entertainment you may think. Soon out of breath. Glenna caught Peter, the security man caught us both. when he realized we more than knew each other, he ambled off muttering.
What do I do now! she firmly had hold of me up against a wall in a back alley, could hear civilization honking and grinding it’s way into oblivion. She, really cracked up, anyone could see she was gone, then out of the blue between gasps she said “I have not had my injection!!” Thought out loud “What injection!!”
“ Oh , every three months I have to have one to keep me calm… up at the Whittigton hospital”
Lovely !! had it away again. Jumped on a bus, she jumped on behind me, jumped off, ran down the tube escalator .. Then we played that game ..on the bus, off the bus. Down the tube, up the tube. All very charming. After about a hour of this, we both surfaced on Kings Cross.
I walked, rather stumbled, into the Wimpy Bar, she tailing close behind.. Sat down, I shaking quite visibly.. my evenings entertainment…
Midnight, the clock straddled over Kings cross starting to strike.. could hear it very clearly through a lull in the traffic. The St Pancras clock, deciding it was midnight ten minutes later ..then, so long as I could remember, it always lagged behind.
Glenna and I both sat appraising the situation in silence , not a word spoken for one of those rather long, uncomfortable moments in time. Quite suddenly, quite calmly, she stood up, gathered herself together, gave me a final look, turned her back and walked out.
Never saw her again
...my friends and I
Back in bed for the afternoon, warm here, comfortable here, well looked after.. what is my problem…? Even look forward with equanimity to my seventy first birthday.. few of my friends have made it this far.. most of them are dead ..faded away. Barry still working seven days a week....Ron from Slough, highjack by his bankrupt son and grandchildren, they will never let him escape while he is sitting on a quarter of a million. A few others hang on ..John the coat.. hardly feel he will see fifty. A few more have made it so far as the Isle of Wight.. no further.…The "judge" bought a villa in Spain, but he in deep mire over that. Barry, beautifully set up in St Albans.. at the cost of his eyesight.. Another “long day man “ A longer one on Sundays. He had incredible operations on both eyes which are hardly the topics for discussion ..Told , as everyone, to stop smoking, as everyone, he has ignored this ..still 60 a day. A blind determination to achieve precisely what ?? at whatever cost. He lives mostly other people’s lives ..knows details of mine which I have long forgotten ..often asks “How old is Mark now ? ..”twenty eight.” .”Impossible !!” he always says. ….considering he used to bounce the boy on his knee in John’s café. Believe he has finaly seen the light after my gentle hints about his “retirement…!!” Decided he also will go precisely so far as the others.. along with his lifelong friend “Deaf Terry”. .and “Isle of Wight Bill” who quite suddenly, quite recently, dropped dead at the wheel …53.. finding that driving from Ryde to London ..add to that a twelve hour shift.. is hardly a sinecure.. suicide, rather more descriptive . Their problem .. they work without really seeing a end …where they are going …unable to see the wood for the trees.. The beginnings rarely know their ends.
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