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 →

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 →

St John’s Wood

They live in houses with walls - modern castles of opulent isolation. Wearing scarves with suits, and driving cars whose doors open, the wrong way round; an unfashionable fashion statement, much like all unfashionable fashion statements produced by over-renumeration in the office. They do not talk to each other: neither in the shop nor on... Continue Reading →

Men in our day

Two women on the train. 'They should bring back national service: Men in our day were brave. Young people now have no idea.' I think of Iraq and Afghanistan, of dead young lads - millennials - paraded in coffins. Repatriated only to the brass military band falling on deaf, dead, ears. Men in your day... Continue Reading →

Foreign in Ex-Pat England

I notice the stuffy British couple on the flight from Sao Vicente to Sal. I make every effort to ensure our eyes do not meet. I remember his unpleasant excitement at gossip when overhearing the kindly Danish lady and I discuss my situation on Santo Antao: 'Did I hear you lost your passport?' Fortunately it... Continue Reading →

Catching

Britain is tiring. In January I oversleep my alarm for work several times. My bones freeze and thaw in the spaces between bedding and shower, shower and dressing, kitchen and car, car and hospital. I cannot catch enough sleep. I cannot catch my alarm. In Europe I am still tired from Britain. I hit snooze... 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 →

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