This is Alan. Alan likes to be on his own so he drives a van for Travis Perkins builders merchant. He's got 1 grown up daughter, called Kelly, and that's more or less all the social life Alan needs. Wicked darts player and Sunday lunch regular in the Dog and Duck.
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Josh, 27, lives in a shared house in Bristol and self defines as "woke AF". Claims to be "lactose intolerant" and thinks his mullet is "ironic". He would get right on your nerves if he wasn't wickedly funny, and those blue eyes are disarming. Seriously - get a haircut. (See Alt).
Daniel is 43 and hes got that whole private schoolboy air about him. He spent time skiing in St Moritz as a kid. Lives in the South Downs and has a well paid job for Boeing defence but it's in IT so gets away with not shaving. Clever guy. Awful backache though. (See Alt text).
Ava, 23, battles ill health and studies Fashion at UHI Inverness. Mum was a famous top Dutch hairstylist in the 90s. Ava did a few runway shows in her teens but at 5ft7 wasn't tall enough to break through into the big time. Looks stunning in makeup. Very strong Scots accent (Alt)
Linnea, 20, missing from Falköping Sweden. Last seen in a brown long sleeve top and green jeans, walking back from her family allotment on Aug 6th. Linnea is the 3rd young woman to disappear from Västra Götaland in 2 years. Police fear a serial killer may be at large. (Read Alt)
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The mental contortionists of this hell site have today decided I’m a massive racist because I personally didn’t make a crusade to “investigate” Depher. It’s because he’s white and so am I of course, they said so. The levels of hoop jumping and delusion are fucking amazing.
Literally had a whole fucking investigative journalism good to go forward, approved for payment and all, from. @TheCanaryUK, on the subject of social work referrals being inherently violent. I’d made a poll with hundreds of respondents ready for stats, conducted interviews, etc…
@TheCanaryUK Because if you even remotely suggest that stalking the actual fuck out of hundreds of people is grim, wow, it’s you, you are the next criminal mastermind, racist, grifter, cunt.
Did you want me to fucking work myself to actual death?
If you had a mind to go through everything I ever tweeted, you’d find where I had a spat with James from Depher a long time ago… because he was routinely reporting every family he dealt with for poverty to social services.
That’s violence.
Looks like that’s not come to light?
That would have been on main, for all to see, I then said nothing further publicly, assuming as most did, that the charity (or CIC) was doing some good.
I hated the sad old people posts. But I didn’t yet see much other criticism of it and I didn’t want to get mired in a fight.
And also because everyone (absolutely everyone) on the internet who writes about poverty, has ever fundraised, has ever had complaints about how they can’t afford something, every single one, including me, gets called a “grifter”. Frankly, the word has no fucking meaning anymore.
Never in my fucking life have I felt like I should make sure I am clamming every single possible benefit I fucking can, by tooth or claw, and have it all damnit, stockpile the lot… but all of a sudden I get it. I am angry enough to get it. Something has snapped today…
I was hauling myself up out of my fucking wheelchair (that I didn’t get paid for by the state) into a hairdressing chair (that also wasn’t paid for by the fucking state) to get the first haircut I have had in probably a year (thanks very much to the neglect of the state)…
Chatting away about how I met my boyfriend, as one does, with hairdressers, and my car gets a mention in this story (tell you another day, maybe)…
I remember when the worst of the crisis hit. Seriously ill and still in the initial cope stage, I was both unable to work and not recognised as such for benefits. I had 2 kids in primary school and we suddenly couldn’t remain in our home, so had to rent another immediately.
I moved into a completely empty house with a table someone had found in the back of their garage, some borrowed 1970s hard plastic chairs even Church wouldn’t use and one borrowed air mattress (which we quickly punctured). I had a microwave, a kettle and a slow cooker.
I’m too sick to be here tonight, but we need all hands on deck for the call to #ExposeME now.
I’m not allowed to give blood because it is known that M.E can be transferred in plasma (it is a cellular level physical illness) and at the same time I am told it’s all in my head?
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I’m told I am not sick I just don’t have the balls to stand up for myself as a woman. I just don’t want dick, or kids, or domestic chores and don’t dare say so lest you think me not nice!
I’m a working class, bisexual, Gen-X battle-axe. This is a ludicrous stereotype on me!
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It’s all about the “secondary benefits” they say.
Today I have been helped to the toilet once, given a slice of yesterdays quiche, 2 coffees, asked to mediate 4 kid conflicts as I cried in pain and replied by email to a telling off from school for a kid in the wrong trousers.
For 40 years Drs have insisted ME patients are mad & medically tortured us. Refusing to be tortured gets you locked up. The torture injures or kills >80% of patients subject to it.
Today a study dropped proving ME is what science proved it was in the 80s: virus damage to cells.
They wanted to do the torture to me. It goes by the name of GET. It causes you to damage more and more of your cells until you lose key abilities, like walking.
I don’t mean like I have issues walking most days, I mean at all, never walk again levels of harm. Or bedbound…
Twitter saved me. Other people with ME said, listen, you need to know about this, this is not what it appears to be.
When it was clear to me that this was the way the “ME specialist” was going I “forgot” forms, missed calls and gave vague answers, until they tired and gave up…