Just Keep Walking

One of the rudest places I ever lived was a suburb in outer London. People just walked straight at you.Bitter-sweet Symphony. The place I remember people walking at me the most was Uxbridge. Checking out for racial minorities in videos of Uxbridge. Where did they go? Approx Thirty percent of my class were Moslem from memory. It wouldn’t surprise me if a relatively high number joined Islamic state there. I still pray for my Moslem boys on and off. It did seem they were being taught some pretty fundamental stuff, like not swallowing your spit for a day during Ramadan. I do not know enough to comment further on this. There look to be some interesting You Tube videos.

My ex husband worked with at least one Moslem woman in London, as told to me, who was escaping an arranged marriage. I was always concerned that one of my beautiful girls might be whisked off overseas and married against her will. I still have the bracelet given to me by one of my Moslem mothers because I had offered to help her with her English. I got the impression that she was thanking me but she was not allowed. It is things like that which get me upset. I find myself crying for the Iranian women and many other women worldwide being subjugated.

Men ought to watch out!Texting Back Neo Nazis -BBC I shared this with my youngsters.

I was given the tip to just walk Like the guy in the song. Stick to your path and walk slowly ahead.. I learned to stick my elbows out. on the London underground. London can be tough, Maybe It’s Because I’m A Londoner. I was actually born in Greater London and as I have said my grandfather was a Cockney. My connections with the London area go back hundreds of years. I suspect Londoners and New Yorkers have much in common, We are pretty tough.

London Underground Etiquette (As I remember it. Probably different since Covid)

For a while I was able to listen to Capital Radio online. I have discovered the app so I can listen to Capital Radio again, I am listening right now!

Like I said we have nothing in common. Whilst I vehemently disagree with “Ask no questions, I’ll tell you no lies. A refrain I often heard, “Ask no questions, hear no lies was a favourite of my ex’s mother..”

This is down-to-Earth London.

I Could Be So Good For You -Dennis Waterman

I believe in giving people second chances but not third,

My mother is a country girl, who has never really liked London. She always remembers asking a guy in a bowler hat for directions and being told, ” Go away! Don’t bother me child,”

On the other hand I have loved London, since my first encounter on a school trip with a guy selling jumping beans on the streets of London.

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