Every year there is a service at St Martin-in-the-Fields for those who died on the streets of London. They are men who were run over by minicabs that never stopped. Men who fell asleep on the Thames shore at low tide but could not swim. Most of them were Eastern European tramps.

The artful dodgers of this London are the Albanians. They are the only people the Poles are afraid of. Builders tell stories of Poles who went to work for Albanians only to be beaten into a coma when they asked for their wages. They ask how Britain could ever have let such dangerous people in. 

The Albanian pub in Kilburn looks like a normal pub, your classic dingy mock-Tudor watering-hole. But outside they are grilling meat just like in the Balkans. Guys in gold chains and holed fashion jeans sit outside smoking with cute girls in fake fur collars. 

The Albanian pubs are full of mafia stories. This is because the Kray brothers of today are from the Balkans. The Yugoslav wars brought at least 30,000 Kosovar refugees and Albanian runaways to London. The wave brought with it several hundred gangsters, hardened KLA veterans and sworn brothers from criminal mountain clans. 

They found work as bouncers. At the turn of the century the brothels of Soho were run by Maltese, a long-established mafia. The Albanians disdained them as weak Soho bisexuals selling only ugly girls from Gateshead. They hatched a plan to conquer Soho. When the Albanians pointed a gun at their heads, the Maltese agreed to sell up. But now the Albanians needed girls. Girls who were better and cheaper. They got in vans and drove to Moldova. They trundled around the peasant villages promising glittering careers in waitressing and modelling. Then they raped the girls and trafficked them.  

This is how the Albanians destroyed the Maltese. But this was not the biggest Albanian cash cow. That was Westminster coin-operated parking meters. The Albanians saw them and their eyes lit up. Hundreds of thousands of £1 and £2 coins could be harvested. At first they beheaded the meters and drilled them open to see how they worked. But an easier way quickly became obvious. They bribed a Ghanaian traffic warden for his uniform and the all-crucial key. And got to work.