"Worse is coming,"

The great urban influenza hoax..The sign outside the Hackney community health centre warned of physical symptoms relating to influenza.  Adults working in London caring for their family would naturally take notice. 
Headache,  nausea, dizzyness, weakness , breathing difficulties, shivvering,fever, dairrhea, confusion.  I am paraphrasing the message on the sign admittedly.  An adult experiencing  any or all of these signs of ill health would naturally wish to prevent their children from enduring the same. The artful marketing promotion by a  vaccine manufacturer would encourage the hard pressed clientele to have their children vaccinated. Now check out for yourself the symptoms of Carbon Monoxide poisoning. Include for your imaginative delight further symptoms of permanent brain damage and death.One needs to address the main potential cause of the symptoms.  Air quality.
 There is no escaping the toxic atmosphere of London.  It's a gas trap, an atmospheric sump. The daytime traffic may contribute some of the contaminants , that is well known, as the day cools a suffocating blanket of heavy gases descends on the city. the clever money exits to the suburbs and beyond to where the air is cleaner and the grass is greener. Leaving the low pay grades and their families to stew in the exhaust zone.
Meanwhile the city turns on the gas taps. We crank up the heat in our hermetically sealed homes. Happy in the warmth, perhaps oblivious of our vulnerability to long term health damage. 
The incoming air is not revitalising during the night. A greater proportion of toxic heavy gases ladened with areosol sufficants and particles of fine dust. Nigh on every domestic residence in the city is pumping out the exhaust from their central heating. Sink and sewer gases , formaldehyde flavours the air from the many shop refurbishments using mdf and particle boards. The out pouring from poorly regulated commercial kitchens belch smoke from their burnt offerings into the streetside airways.
So many psychotic reactions to the heavy atmospheric pollution.
A captive wageslave population is driven adrenalised by economic anxieties to endure the risk.
Oxygen is the food of consciousness; not until we breath oxygenated air with our lungs do we expand our awareness in the relative environment beyond the womb.  As we grow the more is needed.The greater the physical exertion the more the need for brain and heart to avail themselves of the life giving gas. 
Maybe my take on this subject is all wrong. Vaccines, I understand are administered before an illness has incubated in the host, as a preventative measure. 
Vaccines do not cure nor do they prevent the damage caused by atmospheric  contamination.
Gullible caring working parents may be too dumbed down by the pressure on their own biology to do the headwork in avoidance of the uncomfortable symptoms.  Our brains deprived of oxygen may not, operate efficiently enough to maintain healthy natural recovery. Ones corporeal intelligence is not enhanced by asphyxiation.  
We dream in our urban crush of sweet country air ,holidays perhaps. We be best warned,  the rural atmosphere is no respecter of town and country planning borders.  Seasonal air borne contamination from pesticides, herbicides and fungicides mix in
 the cooling air with the overspray of hydrocarbons ,corrosive solvents, from the surrounding air ports add further to congestion of our life supporting oxygen supply.
Efluenza  is the noxious devil that lurks amid the confusion of health authority signals. It is not a virus that can be cured by medication. One wonders just how much of the N.H.S. funding is dependent on the ambiguous marketing of government approved pharmecuticals. Little evidence that diagnoses may be scientifically objective, in our cash starved public services. Placebo symptom relief, chemically managed stress anxiety. and vaccines for the children, so well meaning,"just in case" you never know.  Teaching hospital faculties, blinded by the profitable prestigious partnerships with Big Pharma do not adequately lobby for elimination of the overriding cause of sickness in the city. Immune systems fail by the background overload of environmental pressure.  Greater opportunity for lucrative funding of care in the community programs. The streets fill up with crazies , prescribed tolerated conditions managed by depot injections. Conform or what? There are worse things than death. All who dip their bread and say nothing are as doomed as the unfortunate minority who try to speak, perhaps too much for common comfort. They having to endure secure ward detention sensibilities reduced by enforced agressive medications until the detainee has modified anomalous behaviour. 
The clean air Act of the late Robert Maxwell's day was for the relief of Britain's smog polluted air. Thousands died every winter. Be warned, worse is coming.  Sickness is a growth industry.
Health has become the secondary consideration to profit. What could be the quantum cure for most of what ails the dominant majority of working people . "Green field pioneering ", sez I "as far as possible from the urban crush".   Abandon the city and the urban life, relearn your basic survival skills "en famille". It'd be tough at first. Wouldn't we help each other?  The long term viability of the health and well being is dependent on the sacrifice of convenience to self indulgent consumerism in the informed adult population. 
Abandon the city.
 I read the sign, I couldn't breath well enough to play my flute, I wasn't going there for that. My spine is sticking out of my back it wont go into neutral, I needed a physiotherapist. Several weeks wait for an appointment , I'll just have to bear it  some more.
The weeks of waiting did for me. I was visiting a Hackney flat close by, swamped by nightly gas attack. The overall melange of atomised sputum exhaust pipe waste gases mixing with the cosmetic odours of body sprays and air freshners. A real canary killer. Sure, I had all of the major symptoms displayed on the information banner outside the clinic, over weeks. Most common ailments last but three days.  It wasn't Flu. I hope someone get's this.  Unplug your minds guys. Get your families to safety. Cultivating a dependency on the N.H.S. to cure all our ill's could prove fatal. And if you are hunched over a keyboard nigh on holding your breath reading this, it may be your last chance to take good advice and "Get some good air".
I am back in the Breton countryside now. I doubt I will return. I have no axe to grind with staff in the clinic. Happy caring bunch no doubt I witnessed cake wielding birthday cheers for some fortunate well loved colleague. I managed to contribute my flutin Happy Birthday greeting.
The air in London is corrosive,Weighing up the risk to my health, I got out. Within a day the green phlegm that had beset my lungs with major congestion was once more clear. I will get my nback fixed sometime in the meanwhile, I am glad to be breathing. I.Wazir