Monthly Archives: August 2013

Poverty is a prison.

I was on the bus yesterday on the way to ‘sign on’  (Luxury of getting a bus, being alone and listening to music!)  I was listening to Johnny Cash, now my father use to listen to him a lot but i never use to really listen. Cash traveled to prison to prison in the USA […]

“The rain is just as wet, when you went to a grammar school. It soaks you to the skin, and your three year old, too.” (TRIGGER WARNING)

Originally posted on JACK MONROE:
I’d like to apologise to anyone I seem to have mortally offended with my apparent ‘conventional attractiveness’ and taste for middle eastern food. In an article published today on ‘Left Futures’, I am apparently ‘middle class’ for ‘not spending the afternoon drinking White Ace and copulating.’ I am often advised…

All quiet on the western front…

I’ve been quiet of late and i apologise.  I have been applying to DWP (Department of Work and Pensions) for JSA (job seekers allowance) which as i haven’t been in work- as i have been looking after my son- I might not be entitled to anything as i haven’t contributed to the tax years 2010- […]

what is in your trolley?

When we go to the supermarket all we can afford to eat is the supermarkets own brand of goods. Sometimes this one of the most demoralising things of all. No choice but to pick up the cheapest thing, then the panic of when they don’t have it in stock. When sainsburys run out of basic […]

how do we go about this?

Well we’ve talked about selling everything and starting again with a years break at the in laws to save money. Realistically its the only option we have, down sizing doesn’t seem to free up much cash, where ever we are. Ideally we could save over a thousand a month, and within a year have enough […]

Making the decision

My in laws live in Clacton on sea in Essex and bought a new build house there. We were really impressed with everything.  For a while we as a family have realised that owning our own home is not going to happen, our rent takes over 50% of our income and once bills have come […]

Pier pressure

When I was at University there was a night club called Pier Pressure and it was on a pier in a seaside town (clever play on words…. Yeah brilliant) However when I was that age I never experienced such a thing, I did what I wanted, I felt strong to say ‘no’. Since coming clean […]