I no longer recognise the Britain I grew up in

I no longer recognise the Britain I grew up in | UPDATED: 22:48 GMT, 14 December 2012 When I come out of the railway station at Stoke-on-Trent, as I have done countless times since my childhood, I make my way to the taxi rank and ask for Barlaston, a small village five miles away, where my parents began their married life. The taxi-driver invariably registers a total blank. ‘I am going to the Wedgwood factory.’ Blank