Going to the newsagent to buy a lottery ticket yesterday evening, two headlines screamed from our tabloids.
MY MAN..THE MAN bellowed the Mirror
LABOUR'S LOST IT roared the Sun
Well I just had to buy both copies, for what better way to understand the nation than to read two differing perceptions?
Failed failed failed said the Sun about Labour's policies since 1997. What do I know, caught within a Libdem/Conservative coalition?
One thing jumped out at me though: "Smirking criminals routinely walk free in the name of political correctness, while decent people live in a virtual police state of snooping cameras and petty officials empowered to spy and to punish."
Hmm, I've blogged this before. Our Papier Mache Towers will only get a camera if we have the highest level of crime. I don't want things to get that bad.
And yes, while I don't feel spied upon, for I am not in a hostel, I do feel 'punished'. The paper also carried the beyond tragic story of Fiona Pilkington who with her disabled daughter in her arms, felt driven to suicide by teenagers, who relentlessly cat called her child. Why didn't her council move her???? Why didn't the police help????
65p it cost me to get both papers so I won't get them everyday. I watched Panorama's "Dying to be Treated" too about the NHS. I saw it programmed in the TV listings of both papers. Then I fell asleep and missed The Secret Life of Twins.
This election is important but right now, I still want "None of the Above" on the ballot paper. There was nothing in either paper about housing the masses.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
Flights of fancy 2
Did Gordy read my letter??! According to the Mirror yesterday he mentioned "choice" 21 times!
He's quoted as saying "If anyone says politics does not make a difference, that all parties are the same, then look at what we have achieved together since 1997."
Is that for me? Telling you I'd read you were likely to lose the next election so could you legislate 'None of the Above'? That we are a nation of real people, with real needs, we need a real choice?
I can't help but wonder...
The paper also quoted Gordy's wife as saying he was messy. Suffice to say, I found great comfort in this....
He's quoted as saying "If anyone says politics does not make a difference, that all parties are the same, then look at what we have achieved together since 1997."
Is that for me? Telling you I'd read you were likely to lose the next election so could you legislate 'None of the Above'? That we are a nation of real people, with real needs, we need a real choice?
I can't help but wonder...
The paper also quoted Gordy's wife as saying he was messy. Suffice to say, I found great comfort in this....
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Crisis Teams
My GP called yesterday, saying she'd received a note from Dishy Shrink and was I ok? I told her I was, racing around trying to sort out my son's birthday had lessened the weight of housing problems on my Motherboard.
She asked me if I wanted the Crisis Team to come and see me. I was quite surprised by this and told her because I was not a suicide risk, I wouldn't usually be the kind of person they help.
Besides, I continued, I'd only see them if they could sort out our housing and well, that wasn't their job. We chatted for a bit and I told her I'd see how I feel next week when I see her.
Then today, shrink I will be seeing in two weeks, sent me one of those questionaires to fill in of how you're feeling and to be quite honest, I'm quite appalled.
It asks if I've been bothered by any of the listed problems in the past two weeks. You circle 0 for not at all and 3 for everyday. If we take out my writing writing writing this blog, things like anxiety, worry, sleeplessness, fatigue, poor appetite, crap concentration, manicness, fear, all get a "3". Fortunately violence towards myself or to others gets a "0" (if you take out smoking that is). I'm also not afraid of social situations which is good, although I have isolated myself a bit.
Fuck! Maybe I should tell my GP to send the crisis team after all. I mean I'm so cotton pickin' tired, they might tidy up for me. This place is in a right state and all I can do is lie on the sofa to claw enough energy to cook my son's dinner. Mercy, mercy how do others cope....
They tell me go to rehab and I say 'yeah yeah yeah if it helps' (Amy Winehouse)
She asked me if I wanted the Crisis Team to come and see me. I was quite surprised by this and told her because I was not a suicide risk, I wouldn't usually be the kind of person they help.
Besides, I continued, I'd only see them if they could sort out our housing and well, that wasn't their job. We chatted for a bit and I told her I'd see how I feel next week when I see her.
Then today, shrink I will be seeing in two weeks, sent me one of those questionaires to fill in of how you're feeling and to be quite honest, I'm quite appalled.
It asks if I've been bothered by any of the listed problems in the past two weeks. You circle 0 for not at all and 3 for everyday. If we take out my writing writing writing this blog, things like anxiety, worry, sleeplessness, fatigue, poor appetite, crap concentration, manicness, fear, all get a "3". Fortunately violence towards myself or to others gets a "0" (if you take out smoking that is). I'm also not afraid of social situations which is good, although I have isolated myself a bit.
Fuck! Maybe I should tell my GP to send the crisis team after all. I mean I'm so cotton pickin' tired, they might tidy up for me. This place is in a right state and all I can do is lie on the sofa to claw enough energy to cook my son's dinner. Mercy, mercy how do others cope....
They tell me go to rehab and I say 'yeah yeah yeah if it helps' (Amy Winehouse)
Downing Street responds!
Yes! Just now! Plopped through my letter box!
Says Gordy regrets that he's unable to reply personally to the thousands of letters he gets each week, which is fine, I didn't ask or expect him to.
The writer of the letter says however that he's been asked to forward my letter to the Department for Communities and Local Government. Cheers Gordy!
The letter I got back when Blair was in office said my own letter would be forwarded to the Deputy Prime Minister's office and I never heard back.
This is an altogether more positive letter. Let's see shall we?!
Says Gordy regrets that he's unable to reply personally to the thousands of letters he gets each week, which is fine, I didn't ask or expect him to.
The writer of the letter says however that he's been asked to forward my letter to the Department for Communities and Local Government. Cheers Gordy!
The letter I got back when Blair was in office said my own letter would be forwarded to the Deputy Prime Minister's office and I never heard back.
This is an altogether more positive letter. Let's see shall we?!
Flights of fancy
Yesterday's Mirror covered Peter Mandelson's speech. "We (heart) Mandy" screamed the headline. "From Prince of Darkness to ray of sunshine he vows: It's still up for grabs."
The paper quotes Mandy as saying "We can win for our country and win for the British people" and talked about helping "hardworking families" save.
I was in a cafe at the time and said to the woman who works there that I had written to Gordon Brown two weeks ago, asking to legislate "None of the Above" on the ballot paper. "Do you think they passed around the letter?!" I said it would be a good opportunity to send my letter to the Mirror but the risk to my housing problems were too great.
We had a good yarn, me and the woman, it was nice. When I got home I started to write the first draft of a poem.
I took myself to the Gossip Stop
Where I go when I feel shit
When my problems weigh upon me
And I should eat a little bit
I always have two eggs on toast
With a cup of tea
Sometimes a can of coke, no glass
then gaze inside of me
Today I read the Mirror though
Mandy's labour speech
And that's as far as I got, and once again, I shall quit while I'm behind.
The paper quotes Mandy as saying "We can win for our country and win for the British people" and talked about helping "hardworking families" save.
I was in a cafe at the time and said to the woman who works there that I had written to Gordon Brown two weeks ago, asking to legislate "None of the Above" on the ballot paper. "Do you think they passed around the letter?!" I said it would be a good opportunity to send my letter to the Mirror but the risk to my housing problems were too great.
We had a good yarn, me and the woman, it was nice. When I got home I started to write the first draft of a poem.
I took myself to the Gossip Stop
Where I go when I feel shit
When my problems weigh upon me
And I should eat a little bit
I always have two eggs on toast
With a cup of tea
Sometimes a can of coke, no glass
then gaze inside of me
Today I read the Mirror though
Mandy's labour speech
And that's as far as I got, and once again, I shall quit while I'm behind.
Council Flat Dreaming - a song
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I went for a walk
On an autumn day
I'd be safe and warm
If in my own flat I lay
Council fla-at dreaming
On such an autumn day
Went through the Church, just me
I stopped along the way
I got down on my bended knees
And I began to pray
Oh the preacher wasn't there
But he knows I'm gonna stay
He knows I'm gonna stay, I told him so
Council fla-at dreamin'
Oh somebody help me now
I wanna go so bad yeah
Cos all the leaves are brown
And the skies are grey yeah
I went for a walk
On an autumn day oooohhhhhhhh
I'd be safe and warm
If in my own flat I lay
Council fla-at dreaming
On such an autumn day
Such an autumn day
On such an autumn day yeah, yeah, woahh
Council fla-at dreaming
Council fla-at dreaming
Gotta, gotta, gotta get some sunshine
I've gotta clear my mind
Council flat dreaming
Council flat dreaming
Ohhhh gotta get one
Council fla-at dreaming ohhhhhh
Council fla-at dreaming
Where I wanna lay
Get some sunshine everyday
Council fla-at dreaming
Ohhhhhhh.......
(Stigmum pinched and played with Bobby Womack's version of this classic Mama and Papa's song)
And the sky is grey
I went for a walk
On an autumn day
I'd be safe and warm
If in my own flat I lay
Council fla-at dreaming
On such an autumn day
Went through the Church, just me
I stopped along the way
I got down on my bended knees
And I began to pray
Oh the preacher wasn't there
But he knows I'm gonna stay
He knows I'm gonna stay, I told him so
Council fla-at dreamin'
Oh somebody help me now
I wanna go so bad yeah
Cos all the leaves are brown
And the skies are grey yeah
I went for a walk
On an autumn day oooohhhhhhhh
I'd be safe and warm
If in my own flat I lay
Council fla-at dreaming
On such an autumn day
Such an autumn day
On such an autumn day yeah, yeah, woahh
Council fla-at dreaming
Council fla-at dreaming
Gotta, gotta, gotta get some sunshine
I've gotta clear my mind
Council flat dreaming
Council flat dreaming
Ohhhh gotta get one
Council fla-at dreaming ohhhhhh
Council fla-at dreaming
Where I wanna lay
Get some sunshine everyday
Council fla-at dreaming
Ohhhhhhh.......
(Stigmum pinched and played with Bobby Womack's version of this classic Mama and Papa's song)
Fingers crossed people
On Monday I met Mr Gray to give him the bumph to back up my appeal letter (yes I know it's Wednesday now, I've been dreaming...)
Fortunately he put me sufficiently at ease and I was able to look him in the eye. He went through my documents, eviction notices, evidence of this and that, then asked me questions, like why I'd turned down the hostel back in 2005.
I said I didn't want to justify everything but he said in an appeal I may have to.
Geez, if that's true, the council treats us like perpetrators of a crime, not the victims of Government policies.
After he'd read everything he called Quality Man in the council, acting on my behalf just like I imagine a defence lawyer would.
"MP?" I heard him say. Ooh bless, she's onto it then.
Mr Gray told me I should write to Quality Man with details of my medical history and my "Notice of Possession" then he gave me my bumph back, including my Letter of Appeal.
I wrote to Quality Man just last week telling him my doc had to told me to stop writing to the council but "I have to do something".
Nah, he didn't reply, but he knows of me. Let's hope he hears the voices of all I've asked to help because one thing's for sure, the council isn't hearing me trying to secure the foundations of my child.
I have my fingers crossed
Fortunately he put me sufficiently at ease and I was able to look him in the eye. He went through my documents, eviction notices, evidence of this and that, then asked me questions, like why I'd turned down the hostel back in 2005.
I said I didn't want to justify everything but he said in an appeal I may have to.
Geez, if that's true, the council treats us like perpetrators of a crime, not the victims of Government policies.
After he'd read everything he called Quality Man in the council, acting on my behalf just like I imagine a defence lawyer would.
"MP?" I heard him say. Ooh bless, she's onto it then.
Mr Gray told me I should write to Quality Man with details of my medical history and my "Notice of Possession" then he gave me my bumph back, including my Letter of Appeal.
I wrote to Quality Man just last week telling him my doc had to told me to stop writing to the council but "I have to do something".
Nah, he didn't reply, but he knows of me. Let's hope he hears the voices of all I've asked to help because one thing's for sure, the council isn't hearing me trying to secure the foundations of my child.
I have my fingers crossed
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