My dad died when I was small. Subsequently, I had two episodes of homelessness as a child (early 1960s). I stole food to feed my Mum and me.
When I became a teacher in inner London, I still saw poverty...
What's become clear in the last 5 years is that it's no longer unusual, it's no longer temporary, it's no longer linked to illness or 'inadequacy'. Now it's a feature of life.
What I could see to do, what I could do, I've tried to do.
One thing I did a few years ago was to join @ukLabour and, as far as possible, I've been an activist.
I'm in the party because of what I believe. Not the other way round.
Unfortunately, I happen to be an economist. So I know only too well that the problems I'm opposing will become more insoluble if we #Brexit.
I have comrades, and a political home.
Corbyn wants Brexit. I believe he's wrong, and I admit that I'm suspicious of his motives. But he has every right to his views, and every right to put them forward in democratic fashion in the party.
The sort of damage we've seen in Labour because of the Tory Brexit project was always likely; but never inevitable
Now I come back to me. Despite good efforts on my part, it has become increasingly difficult to work effectively where it matters.
I have grievous social ills, and a very nasty Tory Party, to oppose...
Since I believe that we should remain in the EU and, EVEN MORE, that ambiguity is a rot at the heart of our politics...
It's not your Brexit, Mr Corbyn; it's the way you abuse us.
You were my constituency MP 30 years. Some people thought you excellent: I didn't.
When I asked for your help on behalf of students in my school, you took months to reply, twice failed to meet me, and then said it wasn't your job.
Now, you're tearing my loyalties apart. I can't forgive you.
Do your job, Mr Corbyn, or in the Bowels of Christ just go.