My friend showed me the council flat thing. I have to agree it is pretty horrid. He showed me so much. He lived the life and was a genius. So he understood the reality of it. He explained the inbreeding and the history of abuse. These people were bred to work mines that closed. Now they are "kept" in this abusive corrupt life enclosed in estates. The life of the mother with 5 children from different men, encouraging the young girls from 5 to get a baby and a house. Man, some wild stuff.

But, on the other hand there are other things in England. Wales is wailing and growing more. They do not think they are English, only England thinks they are English. I was in places so primitive they did not wear shoes as we know them. Then I was years in London, and that is just another world. London people dont really even want to talk to outsiders. I had to beg a friend from Liverpool to visit me. He told me he was always put down so much he never came there. I promised he would have a good time. But people somehow KNEW he was Liverpoolean and somehow used this cutting language to insinuate insult. Strange stuff.

But, again, England is a rocking place, and the people are all kind of heart. I always have a great time in England. It is the only place I know that gives you your house, food and fire when you have none. Their hearts are good and their inventions are what make the world move.