TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD
TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD
TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD
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And of course this was no accident, or a case of bad teaching, as it was deliberately contrived, that way<br />
they could then churn out clone like moulded workers, who were then in turn released into the outside<br />
world to join the rest of the working class machinery, where waiting for us with open arms were our newly<br />
adoptive mentors of the ―brotherhood‖, alias the trade union bosses and their representatives, who in their<br />
eyes had an automatic claim on us, as we were a manmade product, produced especially for ―them‖, as part<br />
of our wages was ―rightfully theirs‖, and what the Labour party relied on to survive by way of<br />
contributions. And from the schools perspective, and of course any governments, these were the ideal sort<br />
of pupils, as they had no real desire to learn or achieve anything in particular, but who were still cute<br />
enough to know how to keep their heads down and stay out of trouble. And this is what these sorts of<br />
schools wanted, and of course still do; nodding dog, baaing sheep like children who they can shape into<br />
no-questions-asked-robots, and who were now supposedly ‗model citizens‘, ready for public duty and<br />
service to help continue in their ruining of our country and world as whole.<br />
Then when it was your time to go and discuss your future with the careers officer, they would look at<br />
you in astonishment if you dared contemplated any kind of job other than a ―blue-collar‖ one, - though<br />
joining the army, they‘re always been keen on. Unlike grammar, or public school boys, - us urchins were<br />
in a sense led to believe a stockbroker worked in a warehouse stacking up the stock, as opposed to making<br />
thousands of pounds in commissions on the stock exchange. This particular careers officer looked down<br />
his nose at me and said: ―Hmm..., Av you ever thought of joining the army?‖ - He then glanced at my<br />
records, and seemed to appear to run his finger under my Irish surname: M.c.C.a.n.n, he sort of coughed<br />
and soon changed the subject: ―Ah yes, I really do think your do well in lively environment, somewhere<br />
like the Metal Box where you can get your hands dirty, and where there‘s loads of loud music playing all<br />
the time‖.<br />
He seemed to emphasis the ―loud music‖, trying to make it sound like a ―fun job‖, and that in some way<br />
it would be like working in a disco, - as nightclubs were once termed! The Metal Box made tin cans etc.,<br />
for companies like Coca-Cola, - music blared from the Tannoy system to help drown-out the unbearable<br />
noise of the machinery, many local people became partially death because of this health problem, and<br />
when on a hot summer‘s day and with the factory windows open you could hear the industrial clamour<br />
from miles away. ―What about James Lytham, you‘d make a good forklift driver after a couple of year‘s<br />
apprenticeship, - they were a local timber merchant, - then there‘s always the Initial Towel Service.‖<br />
[ITS]. The ITS were also a local company that provided clean roller towels, sanitary units, overalls and<br />
aprons to various kinds of businesses.<br />
I ended up getting a job at two of the companies; James Lytham‘s and ITS, where I worked for a<br />
several months between 1976-77. I detested them, both were dead-end jobs and the wages paid were such<br />
an extorting pittance, - that not even Primark overseas workers would‘ve worked for it. My only<br />
highlight during this period, was when in 1977 Marc Bolan from T-Rex fame, once opened the side door to<br />
the Rainbow theatre in North London, when I and my co-worker were delivering roller towels for the<br />
toilets, - they‘d been rehearsing for a gig they were performing there that night. Part of my job was to<br />
replace the empty towel machines with clean ones, the machines were mounted on the walls of the public<br />
toilets and inside the dressing rooms. The Rainbow theatre was a famous venue where many a rock band<br />
and singer once performed: Michael Jackson, as the Jackson Five, Alice Cooper, James Brown, Pink<br />
Floyd, Deep Purple, David Bowie, Bryan Ferry and many others have played there. I see David Bowie<br />
and Brian Ferry, and my sister went a see The Osmond‘s and the Bay City Rollers. Iggy Pop had just<br />
gigged there, and The Clash were about to play their soon, as I remember their poster being pasted up on<br />
the wall advertising the fact, and whilst I changed the towels in the Gents toilets. It was a big venue and<br />
the job took about 45 minutes to visit all the lavatories and change the machines etc.<br />
By the time I had reached the dressing rooms, certain members of T-Rex‘s band and their groupies were<br />
lazing around, the room was full of cigarette and cannabis smoke, and as I entered the toilet I noticed the<br />
cubicle door closed. I just commenced as normal and started to replace the old with a new roller towel,<br />
when every now and again I could hear an almighty roar and quick succession of farts coming from<br />
whoever was sitting on the toilet behind that cubicle door, - when a minute or so later I heard the flushing<br />
of the toilet cistern, then the door swung open and out walked Marc Bolan. Wow, Jeepsters I thought,<br />
Life‘s a Gas, as he‘d just dropped his guts in the toilet. I almost gagged due to the stench, but was far too<br />
embarrassed to run back out again, so held my breath and soldiered on to change the towel machine!<br />
[sorry about that, T-Rex‘s Jeepsters, got to No 2 in UK charts in 1971, Life‘s a Gas was the B side]. I<br />
wasn‘t in awe of him, and if I were, well that could have been a turning point. I‘d seen him before, he<br />
once lived down the road in the same borough as me, Hackney, where I was born and lived at the time, and<br />
even though he moved out of the area in the early 60‘s, he could still regularly be seen walking about the