Кадр выше наш. Полное медиа с Facebook запрошено — подставим его сюда, как только приедет.
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My name’s Jim. I’m 34. I’m from London, from Tottenham – N17. Not the tourist London with red buses and Buckingham Palace, but the real suburbs: grey tower blocks, the London Overground that’s always late, the smell of kebabs and milky tea in the evening, the roar of scooters and music blasting from cars until 3 in the morning. I used to work as a fibre optic technician for BT Openreach. I was pulling FTTH everywhere, from Tottenham down to Croydon. Take‑home pay was between £1,400 and £1,500 a month. I lived in a room on the High Road, in a house share with three other blokes – a Pole, a Romanian and a Ghanaian. Rent was £550. Oyster card for zones 1–3 was £150. Every month end was a struggle: either my old Vauxhall Corsa broke down on the North Circular, or the British Gas bill went through the roof, or I had to send money to my mum in Birmingham. The end September 2025. BT started cutting subcontractors. I got laid off. Six weeks of redundancy pay, then nothing. On my last day I handed back the van, the bright orange jacket and my ID badge. I sat in my old Vauxhall Corsa in the car park at the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium and just stayed there, staring at the floodlights. I called my mum: — Mum, I’ve lost my job. — Stay strong, love… It’ll sort itself out. Rock bottom October 2025. I applied for Universal Credit. While the Jobcentre was dragging its feet, I still had to pay the rent. I found a job as a security guard in a big business centre near King’s Cross. Night shifts, three or four a week. Take‑home pay: about £1,000 a month. Every evening I took the London Overground to King’s Cross, pulled on that stupid uniform, switched on the radio and stood by the turnstiles. I watched blokes in suits go past who earned five or six times what I did. At night I had to kick out local kids who came in to warm up in the lobby, or clean up after the homeless guys sleeping in the underground car park. The worst time was 4 in the morning: silence, just the hum of the
