As my regular readers will know, I’ve had something of an “Annus horriblus” to quote Her Maj. Or as my Chav brothers would say, a “fuck off” year.. Having had all my work dry up, it was inevitable I’d have to sign on, and frankly I was dreading it. There’s such a stigma attached to it, thanks to the gutter media ( and for me that’s all newspapers and tv ) and even my closest sensible friends drone on about “dole queue scroungers” and “single Mothers”.
Single Mothers……hmmm…..well I’ve coupled with and known a good number of them, and as far as I know none of them were sleeping on mattresses stuffed full of £20 notes. In fact, to the contrary, most of them live meagre, hand-to-mouth existences.