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LONDON STREETS
FINDING
MY WIFE WITH SOMEONE ELSE
I've
been in London for 2 months. I am 35 years of age. Me and my
ex-wife, we split up because I caught her in bed with somebody
else. I've been sleeping on the streets in Cardiff, Pontypridd,
basically everywhere and I came down to London, all-in-all I've
been sleeping for about 6 months. It was disgusting, what I saw, I
did catch them in bed and literally it just freaked my head out. I
haven't taken to the drink or drugs or anything. I've got a tent
now, I live just by Waterloo Bridge, I sleep there. I keep myself
clean, tidy, get my dole, look for work but they won't take me on
because I haven't got an address. It's hard, very hard. I can't
just go and relax on a Saturday, I've got to go to my tent. It's
warmer than sitting on the street, I've got a Walkman and I listen
to my songs and that's it, that's my day.
You can't
starve in London, you'd never starve. There are hand-outs every
night, you get clothes off them, the clothes I've got now are what
I paid for myself, but there is good hand-outs. I street beg, the
police put me in the cells for a night for begging, because it's
against the law, but it was a warm bed and a breakfast in the
morning, that's why I do it, just to let them catch me so I can
have a cooked breakfast in a morning.
I once had a flat
and a job. I'm a fork-truck driver by trade, I know there is
plenty of work for me to go, if I had an address. I feel terrible
because I'm missing my daughter, and as Christmas is approaching
I'm missing my daughter terribly, it hurts me inside, I love my
daughter. She's not legally mine, but I took her on as mine, she
is my daughter at the end of the day, and no-one will ever take
her away from me, I love her to bits. |
