I made a decision in May, to stop being a voyeur of society, by keeping my discontent to my close circle of friends. Instead I felt ready to actually do something. It's all very well being an armchair politician, complaining about the ills that are cast upon you, but does it achieve anything? That said… Continue reading Get a f**king job
It has been three weeks since I sent off my mandatory reconsideration, and it's felt like years. I am stuck in limbo, unsure what my next move will be, I can do nothing more until I know my fate. The anxiety builds with each day that the post arrives, and I find myself sending my… Continue reading The waiting game.
It's 5:30 on my dads birthday, and we are getting ready to celebrate with him. He only visits my beloved Kernow a couple of times a year; Kent to Cornwall is a helluva way. We don't get much time, just a few days here and there, so when I saw the fat brown envelope waiting… Continue reading Crossing the line.
Im frightened. I know pretty much everyone who didn't vote torie last Thursday, feels the same. I waited with baited breath to see where the axe would fall first, and felt sick to my stomach when the DWP access to work scheme was thrown into the coliseum on day one, to be ripped apart in… Continue reading First cut is the deepest…..
I awoke this morning to find social media full of pictures and stories of the anti austerity protest in London and Cardiff. I searched the mainstream media and found that largely these were minimally reported, and any mentions focused on the aggressive nature of a small number of protesters. Police statemeñts made it clear these… Continue reading The battle for Britain begins.