The world appeared as a scary place today and as I drove to work I felt desperate to retreat to the comfort of Cbeebies. You see, when I’m out in the real world I feel nothing but a great sense of frustration. Floating round In The Night Garden gives me such a sense of fluffiness, I become a powder puff and nothing else.
Perhaps I need to create a platform for the normal everyday person to express the reality of their lives and how harsh it really is. Then perhaps this coalition government can put their policies into perspective. I’d call it Wikipeeps.
And maybe there is hope for me as a journalist. I am foremost a mother of two beautiful children, then I would be poor and really needing to earn some money. One day I hope to earn money from something I have written and Wikileaks, I believe has given me that authority. I can finally be a guerilla writer that I have so longed to become.
As legal aid is removed from over a thousand solicitors, there is no alternative for those who need help. There is no loan system for those women who want to divorce their mentally torturous husband and have no access to funds. All I can see right now is a loan shark on the horizon or maybe the commodification of one’s body.
Now I shall leave for my first lesson in journalism.
