How Can You Tell Me You're Lonely? (And For You The Sun Don't Shine)
Dear Reader, How can you tell me your're lonely, and for you the Sun don't shine...? These lyrics in Ralph McTell's Streets of London still haunt me today as I recall how this song caught me in a wave of self-renaissance back in the 1975-76 period. At a time when the UK economy was much as it is now, a personal disaster caused me to be conscience-driven back then, and this hitherto well-paid 32-year-old individual went to London to look at the social issues for himself after some experience in Birmingham. A very memorable experience regarding a homeless teenage girl occurred very soon after my arrival and that event greatly helped to push me into action. I was soon involved with the YMCA and employment in the work against homelessness among youngsters in Brixton. In my time with the YMCA and other organisations I saw enough homelessness and also saw enough psychiatric patients in central and south London to know that our society was going in the wrong direction. I also l