Homeless in Ipswich
Iain Duncan Smith’s Responsibility.
Yesterday I spent an enjoyable hour with Scarey, an East Ender, in the pub.
Over a few jars we talked of beloved comrade Anwar Huq who used to drive us out to the Suffolk wilds in pursuit of the perfect pint.
Scarey is now on the dole and not well off but seems in good cheer.
As I left I bumped into M, a bloke I know.
He is a lorry driver.
He comes up to us when we run stalls for the left and says, “I know Andy is a socialist so I’ll sign that.”
He has told me that some of the happiest days of his life were when he went to the big anti-racist festivals in London (not 70s – 90s).
M is living on the streets of Ipswich – homeless.
I am utterly utterly distraught at this.