Barclays actively excludes non-affluent from retail banking

Barclays updated their app today. They locked out anyone with an older iPhone. Now, I know a refugee on less than £700 each month. They have looked after their older iPhone and it works perfectly. Today, they had to go to their local Barclays, manually withdraw all their money, and pay it into their Monzo... Continue Reading →

Drugs: War on Poverty

I've been traveling for about twenty hours when I climb out of the metro train. So at first I think I'm daydreaming when a man offers me Oxycodone on the street corner. I politely decline and keep walking. Then I notice a woman on the ground smoking from a crack pipe. I try not to... Continue Reading →

Work

After working all night giving out more meds and blankets than really saving any lives I find cigarettes and co amoxiclav in the A&E toilets where the addicts have been shooting up moments after we attempt to fix them. My septic man who thinks he's in Iran is right about life when he pulls out... Continue Reading →

Nightmare

Another terrible poem I hope nobody who likes literary talent bothers to read. Yet this is some way of dissipating anger at the unjust conversations taking place around me: 'I had a nightmare getting to the doctors,' says the lady, about her cosmetic surgery, on her luxury holiday. I wish to lean over and say... Continue Reading →

Essentially Complex

Language and millenialism are not easy. In fact, in this world where we must be careful about correctness, am I even millenial? Maybe I'm pre-millenial (I'm a child of the 80s) or post-millenial (as some kind of matter of personal stance on various theories and approaches). In any case, it is right that we are... Continue Reading →

Horse and Cart

We meander between the huts rooved with dried palm leaves and out towards the baobab and palm forest. The only sound is the gentle click-clack of the horse's hooves on the sand. Yaw, the toddler, is - like me - more relaxed and comfortable in nature. We are companionably silent, transfixed by the landscape. The... Continue Reading →

Sainsbury’s Shame

Scarred nose, Tired tracksuit, Possibly homeless. A man in black suit and tie, Beckons scarred man. Offers him bread and jam. Security follow him around, Sainsbury's must earn every pound. Suited man pays, Says take care, And leaves. Security man pounces, And scarred man, Defenceless, Argues. I intervene. Less swearing, Posher accent. It's all paid... Continue Reading →

NHS England and PrEP

Fortunately NHS England does not represent the NHS as a whole. Prevention using PrEP is cheaper than treating HIV. So NHS England's argument is null and void on its own terms. Even were the argument sound, moral panic does not undermine prevention of other diseases, so there is no justice in it doing so here.... Continue Reading →

#1 Spice

'Bring the flavour to the fish, Bring the flavour to the rice ... Number one spice' Queen of Katwe's soundtrack to Kampala, Uganda's vibrant capital, is a homily to the flavour-giving qualities of Lake Victoria salt. But the word 'spice' has a wholly different meaning in Northern British cities. This kind of spice adds flavour... Continue Reading →

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