In present day politics to vote for UKIP would split the common sense vote and allow the loony left into power. Britain under Corbyn would be a terrible place in which to live, I would not want to live here.
To précis our conversation the lady I was speaking with said if people do not stand up and do something that is exactly what is going to happen.
Following yesterday's diary entry I put a survey on Twitter. I have more than sixteen thousand followers on Twitter.
Not a single person responded. NOT EVEN ONE.
You get what you deserve.
In writing my book The Bridge House I am working on Chapter Three and am at the point in the story here it is the year before World War Two broke out. Isn't it a good thing that the generation of 1938 did not fail to stand up and do nothing ? If they had Britain would have deserved Adolf Hitler and where, today, would you and I be ?
The Bridge House in Chapter Three is dominated in its story by teenager Billy. Billy is also the subject of my book An Interview With Flight Sergeant Billy.
Have you read it ?
Billy and so many of his generation did not sit back and do nothing. Billy did not wait for his call up papers to come through, the moment he was old enough he volunteered to fight for his country.
Here
is Billy's grave. Lily, the central character in The Bridge House is
standing there remembering her son.
Billy was
twenty years old when he died. Twenty years old when he gave his
life for his country.
Chapter Three of The Bridge
House is set in Birmingham. Billy was born in Birmingham, went to
school there, grew up there and had his plane not been hit my enemy
fire on the night of 8th March 1945, just a few weeks before the end
of World War Two, Birmingham is where, no doubt, he would have spent
the rest of his life.
My book The Story of A Teenage Entrepreneur (Failed) is also set in Birmingham.
I have been promising myself for months that I will get on a train
to Birmingham then wander around its city centre where I worked for two years, July 1967 to August 1969, as
a
management trainee in the giant Lewis's Department Store. Lewis's
appears in The Bridge House.
Yesterday while
writing chapter three I needed a city centre location for an ATC
-Air Training Corps for Billy to join. I decided to set this
little bit of fiction in the factual Birmingham street of Belmont
Row.
Belmont Row was where my father had his
office in what was, in its day, the country's biggest gas mains
construction and service company. My Dad would give me a lift into
Birmingham, drop me at his office from where I would walk the short
distance from Belmont Row to Lewis's Department Store.
A quick check on Google and this is what Belmont Row looks like now.
That giant civil engineering company and its offices are gone, just
an area now of waste ground. The Lewis's Department Store is also
gone.
In those two years of the 1960's I would walk from my
Dad's office in Belmont
Row along Steelhouse Lane, past the police station and the law
courts to Bull Street and the Lewis's Department Store.
One
of the judges at Birmingham's law court in Steelhouse Lane was Sir
Donald Finnemore. My father knew Sir Donald. I was scared of
Sir Donald. In the 1960's the death penalty still existed,
there were those who ended their lives at the end of a rope on the
order of Sir Donald. He came to our house one evening, I clearly
remember it. I was sitting doing my homework. When he came
into the room I stood up, partly out of fear and a little bit out of
respect. Sir Donald was a lovely man, something I learned when
I was a little older. Sir Donald loved Birmingham.
The law courts and the
police station in Steelhouse lane have also gone.
In writing The Bridge House I have been putting together for each
chapter a gallery of pictures which I plan to include in the
published book. I am on target to publish the book in mid to late
October. I am also including some slideshows of those gallery
pictures set to music from their time. Yesterday I took a
series of images from wartime Birmingham and set them to a hit
record from the early months of the war.
I will make that train journey to Birmingham in the not too far
distant future. I wonder how much of Birmingham I will
recognise. I wonder how much of his much-loved city would Sir Donald
recognise. How much of Birmingham would Flight Sergeant Billy
recognise. Would Flight Sergeant Billy think it was worth
sacrificing his life at the age of twenty years for ?
There'll always be an England............
Will there ? Not if some people could have their way. Much of
England has already been taken away ? How long before it all
goes ?
There'll always be an England and England shall be free. If
England means as much to you as England means to me.
How much does England mean to you ?
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