Slumdog Flyover: With lorries thundering past only feet away, squalid camp of the homeless, hopeless migrants whose dream of a new life went sour

Dawn is breaking over Heathrow airport and, nearby, it’s time to get up and look for work.

Just above where everyone is sleeping, the traffic has already started to thunder along the M4, sending vibrations through to the ground underneath.

It’s cold down here on the concrete slabs. There are empty cans of strong lager kicking around the floor, and the living areas, if you can call them such, are filthier than a third-world slum.       Full Read