when in 1984 'odd' things began to happen in our lives, I thought it was a lunatic Sheffield group as I did not even imagine that England was quite as corrupt as it is though I had heard the left wing of the Labour Party tell us often enough, you just don't believe it, so though my sons were not really mature enough to leave, I decided to move and transfer them to a safer place. I left College and went nursing, however after some months and top marks /97%/ I was told I had to leave because of Hep B which I not only had as a child and typhus but was a carrier-and could infect the whole hospital if I cut my hand. So I moved to UEL to finish my degree. However, the hospital had an effect on me and Human Research messed about there two, you would not believe how much, I now realise that Communists are no more evil than anyone else, you should try the Brits, they are just not as good at cover-ups. The world lost its glow that day. This particular night, an aged man had died as soon as he was brought into hospital. I did two paintings of the happening when I got home from shift after ten. I couldn't help reflecting whether it is worth dragging very old people into hospital just to die.