The Grey Area of Benefits – where you earn just enough to not get any help, but not enough to eat or have a warm house at the same time – is what people call “the Breadline”.
I’m a step above the Breadline, but I have no illusions – it wouldn’t take much for me and my family to be under it.
Read this and have your eyes opened.
This is a post about a subject very close to home. My home. It is about politicians who wouldn’t know poverty if it chewed on their overpaid arses.
It’s about, in part, Jamie Oliver.
Now, to put this out there, I love Jamie. For years and years, I idolised the man. He taught me to cook, when I could barely operate a Pot Noodle and we lived off Smash (dehydrated potatoes) and pasta (we even overcooked that). I would watch all his shows and learn, slowly, from the TV. In less than a year, I was able to cook a three course meal for 15 people. Gourmet became easy and I was soon laughing my way through 3 meat roasts and cooked-from-scratch curries. I owe my skill in the kitchen to Jamie. I have a lot to thank him for.
Jamie Oliver was good to watch, when I had money. Before…
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