I was born in a West London street called Stirling Road back in 1942. it was a street that had been left behind in waiting for the slum clearance projects that would rehouse us all when our turn came. When I say left behind. It was literally left behind as real electricity engulfed the surrounding neighbourhood. We ended up being the only street left to the glories of gaslight which came to us as if by magic from a penny in the slot meter in a corner cupboard. Our street was considered the lowest of the low. I lived in this street from birth to leaving school in 1957. In 1958 they finally moved us all into new highrise flats. The idiots who never understand anything thought we had been raised from the ashes. but what had happened was that the little community that this street had nurtured all those years had been cast to the wind and everyone of us would come to wish it wasn’t so. I still miss it now 2016.