To Have Nothing

In a dark night of the soul a bourgeois citizen runs away from home: his life has been a lie a waste a wilful delusion. For forty days and forty nights he suffers and shivers alone in a derelict Notting Hill villa. Then the inevitable. A pre-Thatcherite workers' cooperative led by a minor aristocrat storms the villa and lays waste his precious penance. Live and let live! he cries. But no. If the workers cannot save him they must damn him.