I was born in London and until I was nine or so, we lived in the East End, just off Well Street Market.

My memories of that time are a bit mixed, it was safe to be a kid on the streets and anybody that tried to even talk to children that they didn’t know were taking a real chance with their health.

My parents moved us out partly because of me, I was very good at Judo and getting better.

But I was also fighting on a daily basis, I got the shit kicked out of me by a 15 year old Turk and went back for another beating every few days.

I wasn’t going to stop until I beat him.

Or. You know.

So we moved out and I kept moving, further North every time.

So, I’ve moved from the 3rd floor of this place, not even a balcony.

To here :

I had a few different jobs along the way, including a part time role as a nightclub bouncer on the Old Kent Road and I’m still proud of the fact that I never once had to lay hands on anybody.

I was back in London on Thursday, catching up with the Smurf (she’s made a full recovery) and we had a nice dinner, some drinks and a singalong in the Marquis pub and then a wander before I saw her to the Tube.

I had a slow walk back to the Rag Club and a last drink in the bar.

Pall Mall is dead at night these days and there’s so few people that you can actually stop and take photos.

And then, on Friday morning I went home.

The doglets made their usual fuss and we did a shortish walk as it was hot ( three miles or so ) and then it was a pub lunch at the Joules brewery.

A completely different life in the space of one short train journey.

Why am I writing this?

I had two conversations over the course of twelve hours.

One with The Smurf, she’s Jewish and is becoming increasingly more scared about living in this country.

She asked me what I would do if somebody broke into my house to hurt us?

This is clearly a big concern for her and my simple answer was, ‘I have a lot of trees’.

She lives in London so doesn’t have that little bonus, but her husband paid more than a million pound in taxes last year and it’s a saddening fact that my friend is seriously thinking of getting out of the country – and that the country will lose that much needed money.

The second conversation was with a black cab driver – we talked about moving to the country after he’d picked up on my not quite Northern accent.

He asked if the local town was fucked up yet?

The answer is no – right now.

But unless we do something, it’s coming, we’ll have a sudden unexplained spike in violent crime, rape and robbery.

Then we’ll find out that a group of unvetted savages have been given free accommodation, money and the freedom to do whatever the fuck they want.

But something seems to be shifting, ordinary people are making more noise, protesting and demanding change.

Our government of course, want to clamp down more and more, but it genuinely feels like they may lose this one.

Something needs to change.

And soon.

To repeat myself, I love films and it’s the small moments that stay with me more than the big megabucks sequences.

And once again.

It’s The Terminator

Sarah Connor:

What did he just say?

Gas Station Attendant: He said there’s a storm coming in.

Sarah Connor: [sighs] I know

Get ready – pick a side.

I already have.

I was 19 when Rage in Eden was released.

To say that it had an impact on me is quite the understatement, an album of superb music and with lyrics that hinted of a curtain of deceit and of truths half-seen.

44 years later, I still listen to it

And somehow it seems appropriate to write about it.

‘Grey men who speak of victory
Shed light upon their stolen life
They drive by night and act as if they’re moved by unheard music
To step in time and play the part
With velvet voices smooth and cold
Their power games a game no more
And long the chance to use it’

Only the names have changed, the rhetoric is still the same and the press, so supine, so fucking cowardly during Covid are still playing their part, talking up the idea of war with Russia while ignoring the daily invasion and rape of our homeland.

It’s as if Alfred the Great ignored the Viking invasion whilst sending threatening messages to Moravia.

And the only conclusion that’s left after years and years of this shit, huge amounts of legal immigration and enormous numbers of hostile men landing on our shores – or brought onshore by the ‘Border Force’; the only conclusion is.

The only fucking conclusion – according to Conan Doyle and the Casebook of Sherlock Holmes is:

‘When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’

It’s deliberate.

It’s not a series of mistakes.

It’s a planned invasion, supported by the last three governments and funded by us.

For the life of me, I can’t imagine the reason, if it were fiction, there’d be a plot where an Islamic power is already nuclear capable and there are dirty bombs in all of our cities.

It’s not fiction though.

It’s an abomination.

Our streets are increasingly unsafe, our taxes, already the highest they’ve ever been will rise again this year.

We’re penalised at a state and local government level and I saw today that somebody has had the bright idea of charging the ‘middle class’ more for water.

For water.

The next big idea will be some sort of land tax where your garden will be classed as an asset that somehow means you pay more for local services that you may well use less than somebody in a two up two down.

Meanwhile, the boats keep coming and we keep paying – a bill in the billions now, with no end in sight.

Justice isn’t just two-tier now, if you’re a member of the supposed ‘far right’, you can expect punitive sentences for minor infractions while child rapists walk free.

It can only be deliberate.

And this week, we find out that the previous government used a super-injunction against the whole country.

And I’d give any money that this is the tip of the iceberg, our legal systems are weaponised against us, our politicians hold us in contempt and the press, so completely captured print garbage like THIS.

‘England’s players have taken the knee before each of their four games so far but have decided they will remain standing before kick-off on Tuesday, with the squad stating they and football need to find another way to tackle racism.’

It’s laughable.

They’re still kneeling for a dead drug addict, career criminal who died in another country.

And the press and our deeply sinister Prime Minister make statements.

All this while anti-Semitic hate is increasing at an exponential rate, people are marching in the streets in support of fucking Iran.

Our real enemies are within.

Every single party is complicit, 99% of our politicians are worthless.

I don’t know what is going to lead to the flashpoint, but it’s clearer by the day that it’s coming.

Until then, some 45 year old lyrics are still appropriate.

‘Your propaganda touched my soul
Those thin and cherished words
A willing victim for the kill again’

Dark times are just over the horizon.