Jump on a District Line train at Mile End if you dare; Multi-Drug resistant TB is prevalent here, and the old Bengali fellow on the next seat is hacking away chronically. The University of London has also found that public transport in East London is likely to be infested by bedbugs, lice and scabies mites - the traditional fellow travellers to squalor, dirt and overcrowding. As those heavy DC motors kick in on your westwards journey the passenger mix will change completely as you reach the City; the cleaners and burger-flippers from the East will alight and the temporary daytime population takes over.
Half way along your journey the train passes Westminster, cradle of the world's democracy and now a tourist venue to rival Disneyworld, even complete with costumed actors pretending to be actual representatives of the British people. Fifty-four minutes later you'll be in leafy green Richmond as the gentle broad Thames flows languidly through flower flecked meadows. Fifty four minutes and about a hundred years; women in Richmond live to around 72 years of age, whilst in Mile End they're in their shrouds by 54. Fifteen miles and about a century's difference in life expectancy. In Mile End it's still 1913.
This has nothing to do with lack of Socialism - it's all down to immigration. If the population of Tower Hamlets now were descended wholly from those who were left there in 1945 there would be little difference - a bit but not much - between them and those in Richmond. No, the stark differences in life expectancy are due to the fact that sick, old first-generation immigrants are crowded into the slums and tenements of Tower Hamlets; they were already sick and dying when they got here, bringing a thousand diseases and chronic health conditions beyond the capacity of any amount of NHS care to reverse.
And as they're here as a direct result of Labour's open-door immigration policy, I don't want to hear a peep from Mister Ed.