Budget Hotels In London: For A Sunny Time In A Rain-drenched City
You crawl out of bed at the crack of dawn. Hunger pains hound you. Your dinner last night had only consisted of cabbage soup with a special ingredient: a single potato. Your mouth waters as you dream of a breakfast fit for an English king: eggs, sausages, bacon, baked beans and mushrooms, and fried bread. But you skip breakfast because your cupboards have been bare for months. You put on your drab and tattered clothes, toss on your hat, and then walk outside your rustic house, heading towards the docks.
The First World War and the U.S. stock market crash have sent Great Britain’s economy into a downward spiral. When you get to the docks, the foreman announces that he only needs 10 men to unload the few ships that docked overnight. His head turns from side to side, scanning the sea of tired, nearly hopeless faces in front of him. After quickly pointing and choosing the first nine men, he looks you in the eye for a few seconds. The foreman then raises his arm, ready to point out the last man of the one-day workforce. Is this scene too dismal? Though the Great Depression seems to be an event in...