Wednesday, 18 June 2008

An Apology to Professor Whitty.

Dear Justin,

I am sorry for writing about you in the wrong way. I did not mean to cause offence, it was in fact done in a very tongue in cheek way. I have now deleted your name from the post.

All the Best Cat.

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

Public Relations Exercise on the new play - Darts.

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Started to write a new play called 'Darts'.

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If I can during half-term which is less than two weeks I will go up and support them, the Tories. Ideally, I would like to do tele-canvassing from Croydon.

Darts my new play.

Character Profiles:

As well as being morbidly obese Janice is also insane. Bolton born Janice recently took a National Express coach to Croydon, at midnight, on Sunday 7th May. This was to escape the DSS who are currently investigating her for benefit fraud. Janice has ten children to Tim, who is, like Janice, unemployed.

Me, well I am a drama teacher from the North of England and I have recently relocated to Croydon.

Masha is a character from Anton Chekov’s play the Seagull.

Tory MP Mark Swain is married to Sheila. Sheila is a doctor and a part-time celebrity journalist. They have three children who all attend the famous Whitgift School.

Mark has a secret. He likes darts more than politics. The truth is he dreams of becoming an international champion darts player. Mark's wife suspects he is having an affair because he keeps disappearing for hours on end. The truth is Mark is driving two hundred miles twice a week and playing darts, in a working mens' club in Barnsley.

Barnaby McFergus is a smooth talking man from the US of A. He has a passion for one thing and one thing only, darts. It is because of his love of darts he has come to the UK to track down the British World Champion, Phil Taylor.

Phil Taylor – World Champion Darts player.

DARTS a play by Cat McDougal.

Janice had decided to take a walk into Croydon. She was peckish and rather fancied a cheese and onion pasty. When she got there she thought that woman behind the counter was a little odd.

Janice: She had dead shifty eyes and smelt of something which was rather unsavoury. It could have been kipper oil. It was definitely fishy. It was fish-tastic – Yuk! How could anyone smell that bad, especially if they’re serving the public? Not only that she wasn’t wearing a Greg’s uniform which was a bit suspect, no, you see what she was wearing was a black a period dress, like all Victorian. Do you get me? There was something about her, definitely not right, you know. And then it hit me, like smack, right in between me googlies.

Me: Googlies?

Janice: Pies!

Me: Pies?

Janice: (annoyed) Eyes!

JANICE: She resembled somebody I had seen before, maybe on beeb like. And then it came to me.

You’re an actress aren’t you love? Ave seen you on telly.

Masha: (French accent) Pardon?

Janice: I said love, that you’re an actress, aren’t you?

Masha: My name is Masha. I am from Russia. I speak minimal English. What is it that you want from me?

Janice: My usual, a cheese and onion pasty. Gee us that big one there, looks right tasty.

Masha: Where is that?

Janice: Under the hot counter. (Janice points to the counter) Then this bloke walked in, looking like all kinda Victorian, he had a walking stick and a big bushy moustache, he then gets down on one knee, strokes his moustache and says to Masha….

MEDVIEDENKO: Why do you always wear black?

MASHA: I am in mourning for my life. That will be one pound please.

JANICE: Do you take coppers?

MASHA: Pardon?

MEDVIEDENKO: (very serious expression on his face, looks constipated) I have found it.

MASHA: You found what?

MEDVIEDENKO: I searched high and low and then I eventually found it.

JANICE: Excuse me love (counting out a handful of two pence coins) will that do? Oh shit I am just short of four pence. Will you let us off cock?

MASHA: (Preoccupied with MEDVIEDENKO). What have you found? You must reveal this to me, now, do it now. I have customers to serve. You must hurry, soon it will be lunchtime and the shop will be packed.

MEDVIEDENKO: It’s here, in my bag. I wrapped it up in linen. (He rummages around in his and then pulls out the seagull)

MASHA: (Becomes flustered and overwhelmed by the sight of the seagull) Oh MEDVIEDENKO! You found it, you found my seagull. Je ne peux pas le croire. Je suis si heureux. Car le long du temps maintenant j'ai été inquiété que je ne le verrais jamais de nouveau. Oh merci, merci tellement.

Janice: Bloody hell.

MEDVIEDENKO and Masha start kissing each other.

MASHA: Before this moment. I was quoting King Lear. It felt like hell, darkness I was drowning in a sulphurous pit. ‘Burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! Pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet. Good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination’

MEDVIEDENKO: No longer sweet angel. Now you can quote Sarah McLachlan instead, sweet angel.

Masha: Who is she?

MEDVIEDENKO: ‘Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough it evaporates’.

Masha: Who is she?

MEDVIEDENKO: (Confused) Who?

MASHA: (suspicious) This Sarah woman?

MEDVIEDENKO: (starts laughing, then stops as he can see that Masha is not very happy) She’s a Canadian singer song writer.

Masha: I was warned about you by my mother, she told me to beware, he’s just like his father – a womanizer. Retirez votre mouette foutue en Russie. Partez courant les femmes tout ce que vous aimez, nous sommes finis. Je vais continuer à travailler dans Gregs les boulangers. Je vais devenir morbidement obses comme la dernière femme qui était dans ici. Vous pourriez dire que vous m'aimez, mais vraiment vous aimez toutes les femmes. Quand je suis assez gras je reviendrai en Russie et serai assis sur vous et vous mourrez! Sortez! Et prenez cette chose laide foutue avec vous.

Janice: Then the poor man left, with his tail well and truly in between his legs. To be honest if our Tim brought home a dead seagull I would tell him where to get off un all. But not French though, that’s too flash for me. I just say and while you’re disposing of the corpse, get down to the chippy and pick us up a bag of chip ‘n’ bits, with lashings of curry sauce. That’s the only way to woo me back, is with a bag a chips from West Yorkshire’s finest ‘Derek’s Chips’.

Monday, 5 May 2008

He's Done it - Good lad Boris.

Still a lot of anti Boris sentiment going on despite his victory. I was watching the presenter Kay Adams this morning on Channel Five and she spent a good ten minutes ridiculing him and bringing up some of the racist comments Boris is supposed to have said about black people.

She's a vulgar woman.

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Watch Link below -c/o Man of the Woods blogspot.

Appeasing Islam
Appeasing Islam

Oh Bloody Hell.

Sometimes I think Feminism has actually made women's' lives worse. Well, what do we have now? We have women that work full-time (usually) as well as bringing up families, running their homes, wiping their partner's bottoms as well doing all of the house work.

Okay, Feminism may have given women autonomy but it has also increased our workload.

Read Guardian article Below:

Call me a feminist

Gaby Wood 's generation thought the battles had been won. Yet for many women 'having it all' has turned out to mean doing it all, and the female eunuch has returned to haunt them. Which is why, she argues, we need feminism now more than ever

This article appeared in the Observer on Sunday September 16 2001 on p1 of the Features and reviews section. It was last updated at 03:09 on September 16 2001.
When I turned 30, my mother gave me some anti-wrinkle cream as a present. She was worried I might feel old, but I didn't; what I felt was, overridingly, unprecedentedly, female. There was nothing definite about this - it wasn't as if I'd made some dramatic choice to change my career, get married or have a child - it was just a strange sort of dawning. I had gone through life thinking I was no different from a man; I had been told, after all, that I could do anything, have everything. So had I even ever really thought of myself as a woman, rather than a human being like any other? What my mother had predicted would be an age crisis was, in fact, much more like a gender crisis.

This unsettling feeling turned out not to be merely personal. It is, to some extent, generational. And, more importantly, it is also political. Something that may seem extraordinarily naïve - how can you not know you are a woman until you are 30? - is, in fact, a direct result of our liberation. It should not come as a surprise, for example, that recent books such as Naomi Wolf's Misconceptions and Rachel Cusk's A Life's Work have seen motherhood as a radicalising experience. Because although that may sound like old-fashioned chauvinism - women imprisoned by their sex or by that gender stereotype, the 'maternal instinct' - it is a long-term effect of 1970s feminism: we are mostly now not imprisoned by much until then.

We know that women are having children later now. But the issue here is not simply that the realisation that we are not the same as men comes to women of my generation much later in life than it did to our mothers; to many, it also comes as a shock. Sara Singer Schiff, a 30-year-old editor at a women's website, believed until recently that women had 'made it'. Yet when she started to think about having children, she says she was 'genuinely shocked to discover that, on this issue, I was no different from women and mothers through time immemorial. I was bound to my biology in a way that I had never previously been aware of.' It seems that, until a certain point, most women think of themselves as people, plain and simple, and have no reason to dwell on what Marina Warner calls 'the enterprise of living as a woman'.

What I am describing is less to do with actual motherhood than the consideration of it, and it is more broadly to do with self-image. Many of the women I have spoken to don't have children and don't know if they can or will have them. So the problem is more personal than the practical issues of childcare and employment. It is something like what Germaine Greer observed a few years ago: 'Where women were once nothing but reproductive organs,' Greer wrote, 'they may now claim no specifically female organs and no specifically female functions. The 1969 female eunuch was nothing but a womb; the 1997 woman eunuch has no womb.' The result of 'liberation', for many women, has been to act in spite of, rather than in collusion with, our physical selves.

Natasha Walter has advised us to do away with the old feminist adage - 'the personal is the political' - since the political, she believes, gains strength by shedding the baggage of the personal. It's a persuasive argument, since there is still so much work to be done: on matters of equal pay, equal rights and better childcare, the battles are clearly not over. But in an age when eating disorders are on the increase, when women feel even more pressure both to succeed and look beautiful, when the problems of balancing work and domestic life have, according to one feminist, actually become worse than ever, the personal can't be left in the lurch. A number of the women I have spoken to have felt guilty for dwelling on these issues. But they are not complaining; they are successful, and bewildered. And their private unease is so pervasive that, together, they form a collective voice that deserves to be heard.

Because whatever the changes in women's public lives, the issues of our private lives remain much the same. Your beliefs about sexual equality don't prevent you from feeling ambivalent about your appearance or insecure about your intelligence. Your ambitions for your career may sit uneasily with your desire to have a child. In other words, though the personal may be seen as having a political reach, the political doesn't always impinge on the personal as much as many of us hope it might. As Germaine Greer has put it: 'Equality legislation cannot give me the right to be at ease in my woman's body.'

Feminism has made so much progress on the surface that what it had to say about our personal lives has been all but forgotten. We don't need to separate the personal from the political. We need to rescue the personal and make it political again. Feminist historian Sally Alexander has said of her Seventies activism that 'our actions were about self-discovery as well as imagining a better world'. Both of these projects went hand in hand, and they should go together now. We don't need a new feminism that gives us equality at work and leaves our private selves in crisis. We need the old feminism back, not out of an unproductive sense of nostalgia, and not because we fail to appreciate what has already been done, but so that we can harness both aspects of it for a new age.

Many women of my generation feel they have missed the boat on the great political movements of the twentieth century. As one woman I spoke to put it: 'I wish I'd been born in an age when there was something more concrete to fight for.' In fact, there are things to fight for - we still can be feminists - but because of the period when we were born, we don't necessarily start out that way. I have often thought about the first tutorial I had at university on the subject of feminism.

Two of us arrived, armed with our copies of New Feminist Criticism, expecting to be asked to think about literature with a feminist slant. But instead, our tutor, an energetic and inspiring woman, told us what was wrong with women's lives. She spoke about childcare and detailed some of her partner's less charming domestic habits. She said it was generally men who had affairs, because if there was any commuting to be done, the man generally did it. I interrupted to say my mother commuted to work. 'OK,' she said, 'your mother's the exception. But, for example, women mostly do the cooking.'

My friend interrupted to say that her father did all the cooking in their house. 'Right,' she said, 'so your father's the exception.' After a few more of these exchanges, the tutor became exasperated, and gave up. 'Uch!' she said, as if about to spit out the dirtiest of words, 'you're post-feminists!'

We didn't mean to be, of course. We had arrived hoping to learn more about what feminism was, or had been, before the 'post' kicked in. But clearly we were born in an era that made us 'post-feminists' chronologically, if not by choice. I was born a year after Sexual Politics was published, the year of the first women's liberation demonstration in Britain, the year The Female Eunuch came out in paperback. That edition carried on its cover an image that has now become an icon - a suit of flesh, hanging up to dry, airing out the old assumptions about what a woman was supposed to be. We had been oppressively reduced to the sum of our body parts, the image said, and it also implied that a gender stereotype was something put on you, like an item of clothing; there was a liberation in the idea that you could take it off. I could not, of course, have made sense of it then, and that is the point about where my generation falls in relation to these politics. We can call ourselves feminists, but we cannot claim to have had any part in the battles that liberated us. We are beneficiaries of a movement that 'is no longer a movement', as Sally Alexander has said.

And, beyond the mere chance of timing, my university friend and I were, whether we were conscious of it or not, 'post-feminists' ideologically, too. Our age had had an effect on our ideas. The late critic Lorna Sage pointed out that feminists rebelled against their mothers more than they did against their fathers: 'You aim your feminism less at men,' she wrote, 'than at the picture of the woman you don't want to be, the enemy within.' When we were growing up, our mothers didn't provide such negative role models - we didn't necessarily define ourselves against them.

'You'll see,' the tutor kept telling us, 'when you start working, or living with someone, or having children - you'll see that it's not the way you think it is.' We thought she was wrong, and that the times she predicted we would one day encounter had in fact passed, long ago. But I have had cause to revisit that moment since then, with every sexist word that is addressed to me. And that is why, for me and for many others, post-feminism is something you grow out of, in order to become a feminist.

It is 52 years since Simone de Beauvoir famously wrote that one is not born a woman but becomes one. In that time, we have been taught that we needn't just become women because, as de Beauvoir suggested, culture constructs us that way - we can also choose to become women, however we want. We can each arrive at our own definition of what a woman is. If anything, however, the apparent array of choices available to us can make living as a woman more confusing. Sheila Rowbotham, a pioneer of second-wave feminism, has admitted that 'none of it is as simple as we thought back then'. Natasha Walter, author of The New Feminism, now points out that 'feminism hasn't made things harder, but it does mean we have to make choices our grandmothers didn't have to make, and I think we have to be honest about that'.

Few things are as they seem. Sexism, masked by political correctness, is more insidious now and more difficult to attack. Yet its presence is surprisingly strong - one black woman I spoke to said she had encountered sexism earlier than she had encountered racism and a gay woman said she came across sexism more often than homophobia. In many ways, what are presented to women as options are really new demands; professionally, many women still operate as if they were men. At home, many women do most of the childcare and most of the housework.In a number of cases, 'having it all' simply turns out to mean doing it all. So it would seem that we are not choosing to 'become' women; we are just muddling through.

The women I have spoken to on this subject have fallen, with startling consistency, into three groups, depending on their age. Those in their mid-twenties seem extremely confident and have, for the most part, interpreted my questions in relation to their professional life. Some of them have the added, arguably reactionary, desire for men to open more doors for them and catch spiders more often. 'I haven't reached the point where I have found that my sex has impeded my actions,' says Lauren, a 25-year-old editorial assistant at a dotcom magazine.

Jessica, a 23-year-old management consultant, says: 'I can't honestly say I feel like I've encountered any discrimination along the road to where I am today. I have no complaints. I act as a professional and expect to be treated as one - end of story.'

'I have been brought up to be strong and independent and to think that I am equal if not better than men at all things,' says Farrah, 24. 'However,' she goes on, 'I still like it when a guy takes me out for dinner or opens a door. Is this bad? If a man is being a gentleman, does it mean that I am inferior or weaker?'

The women who are about 30 have hit the turning point I am attempting to describe. 'I've realised a few things in the last couple of years,' says Georgina Pye, a 31 year-old television producer. 'And the troubling thing is that they're all a bit contradictory. Having spent most of my life thinking that my mum was a great role model because she'd retrained in a difficult profession in her thirties and become really successful, I now look at her life and the thing I envy most is that she had loads of kids when she was in her twenties and is still young now I'm grown up.

'I suppose I don't really know anymore how to define success. I still want to believe that everything is possible but I'm coming to think that everything probably isn't and that I actually have to make positive choices about which things are the important ones.'

'I think many modern women don't imagine themselves as such, but rather as sexless beings, or even as "men",' says Kathleen, a 28-year-old who works in politics. 'It's a great shame because it's really about women adapting ourselves for success in the male model of the world, where it is men who hold power. Being a woman only begins to make a really substantive difference to someone like me, who otherwise has a career like any man I know, when I have children. And I think that well-educated women today are really quite unprepared for this. Being unprepared means we're not very ready or able to work against it.'

Tess McPherson, a 29-year-old doctor with a two-year-old daughter, confirms that, when she was growing up, 'the complexities of the choices that women have to make weren't really addressed. 'My mum had had to face quite a lot of barriers to become a doctor but because she had done it and had a family, I assumed it was easy. And it has been easy, in a way, because I think there are fewer stereotypes. The barriers left are much more subtle, though, and probably more difficult to deal with than a full-on old-boys' network, because whereas the generations before us had to battle with men who thought they couldn't do it and prove themselves to them, we have to battle with our own confusions. Having had my daughter doesn't really clarify things but just confuses them more - because I want to both do well in my career and be a good mum, and making decisions about how to achieve this is not easy or obvious.'

The older women I spoke to, mothers in their mid-thirties, have seen quite clearly how the battle of the sexes pans out at home and at work. Of all the women I interviewed, they are the most disappointed. Sophie Finzi, a writer, expresses it best: 'When you have kids your whole relationship to sexual politics changes. There have been times when I have leaned down to pick up a discarded item of clothing and thought, "I didn't expect this. My mother didn't want me to do this and that is why it was kept from me that I would have to do this." I have sworn that I will not let my daughter have to do so much. That for her it must be fairer, with less responsibility heaped on her shoulders.'

When you hear these women's comments, they show a striking progression - from the apparently free and post-feminist 24-year-old to the bewildered 30-year-old trying to adapt to a new reality, to the re-politicised woman in her mid-thirties. None of these women is old enough to have been a part of feminism's Seventies heyday. And yet gradually, they are returning to issues that were voiced in that era. This pattern is diametrically opposed to the old cliché of the student revolutionary who becomes more conservative as he ages. These women are more likely to call themselves feminists the older they get. Why? Because the difficulties appear only to increase, and we badly need to look at those old arguments again.

When I asked Lynne Segal, professor of gender studies at Birkbeck College and a former second-wave activist, whether she thought there were aspects of feminism that needed to be revived, she replied: 'Yes. The basic practical agenda of trying to make home lives and working lives more compatible, which is one place we began - that situation has got worse. More women are in jobs and they are more autonomous - that's better. More attention to violence - that's better. But the basic practical problems are not solved.'

On the more personal issues, she believes that 'rethinking what it is to be a woman, and so on, has not yet been able to generate differing images of healthy and attractive womanhood'. Culture still pressurises and constructs us along very familiar lines. 'And so,' Segal concludes, 'everything needs to be revived, but revived in ways in which women aren't situated as victims.'

Sheila Rowbotham, reflecting recently reflected on her activism of the early 1970s, commented: 'Everyone was saying the big problem in the future was going to be too much leisure. Instead, here we are in the labour force, working longer hours, suffering from stress... well, something went wrong. There should be more to life than having no time to live.'

There is more - the world of work is not enough; the political must never leave the personal behind. And if only we can redefine it for ourselves, feminism can help us get our lives back.

Some names in this article have been changed

Women in a man's world

Sophie Finzi, writer, 37

Having kids changes your whole relationship to sexual politics. In my first marriage, our genders seemed almost interchangeable before my son was born. Then it took us both by surprise that I was so maternal and soft and he became rather gruff and paternalistic. He resented having to bring in the money and I resented doing all the home and baby stuff. I don't know a single couple in which the woman's brain is not filled with packed lunches and socks and egg-boxes while the man is able to turn his brain to anything he likes. Recently, I couldn't sleep after reading Martin Amis's autobiography. He and his father made writing seem to be a man's thing - creative thought unhindered by the mundanities of domestic life. A writer like Amis has so much clear time - hours and hours each day even though he has children. That time is his because there've always been doting women doing things around him. I found it very disturbing.

Vivienne Francis, film executive, 30

I always assumed I'd be successful - my parents (typically African) were obsessed by education. I did maths at university and loved it. I had daydreamed my perfect life. Lovely smart house, boyfriend; I'd go to the theatre a lot, I'd be the first or the youngest or something. Big office, youngest MD... I got a rude awakening. I did a couple of corporate finance jobs in the City and found the office environments overwhelmingly male, and I felt threatened. For the first time in my life I was conscious of being a woman and black. I decided I didn't have it in me to fight that battle, so I got a job in fashion and entertainment PR before ending up in film. I'm very mixed up about children and marriage. I really want those things but I'm too selfish, too career-minded, to have children now. I can't stand how mushy some women become once they have kids. I often think (and I hate myself for this), what if I didn't like my children, if they didn't live up to my expectations?

Jessica Watters, management consultant, 23

Growing up, I always thought I could do anything I wanted professionally. It was never an issue. On the personal side, there are a few problems. I find myself apologising for, and justifying the fact that I want to get married and have children one day - like this is just too traditional. The person I get this most from is my mother, who still holds out hopes that I'll grow up to be a virgin doctor with no need for men or romance! I'm sure a lot of people my age can identify with their mothers not wanting them to get stuck in the 'trap' they feel they're in.

Feminist landmarks

1949 The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir.
1961 The Pill became available in Britain.
1967 The Abortion Act allowed a termination when two doctors believed that continuing the pregnancy would be a risk physically or mentally to the woman.
1970 The Female Eunuch by Germaine Greer helped mobilise the women's movement and turned Greer into one of the most important voices in feminism.
1973 Fear of Flying by Erica Jong, described by Henry Miller as 'a female Tropic of Cancer '.
1975 The Sex Discrimination Act and The Equal Pay Act came into effect, making it unlawful to offer different pay and conditions where women and men did the same or similar work.
1990 The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf took on the beauty industry.
1992 Backlash: The Undeclared War Against Women by Susan Faludi analysed the way the mass media works against women.
1992 Our Treacherous Hearts by Ros Coward argued that feminism had achieved all it set out to achieve.
2001 The morning-after pill became available over the counter.
Kim Bunce

Dirty European Socialist blog is worth reading.

We should celebrate diversity of opinion.


Fighting for freedom, Democracy, Socialism, and against the forces of hatred. The blog that all politicians love. Warning some people are not clever, or nice enough, to enjoy this blog. I feel nothing but contempt for them, and ask them to grow up. LOL

I think it is very sad when people bully others just because they do not agree with their opinions. I think it's a shame that the Dirty European Socialist has taken off his comment facility because clearly people have been subjecting him to cyber bullying and that's not on. When I initially started my blog, a year ago now, I experienced some cyber bullying and it was very unpleasant. I hope that the Dirty European Socialist puts the comment facility back onto his blog and that people are a little bit more respectful of his views. If you don't like his views then don't read his blog.

At the end of the day our blogs are just a hobby and people shouldn't be abusive.

Diversity of opinion is a truly great thing and we should celebrate the fact that we have freedom of speech in this country. Okay, I am not socialist but I am someone who likes debate.

God Bless D.E.S. Love Catriona!!!!!!!

I cannot advocate racism of any kind - sorry - but do read the blog below. I work in Hackney for god's sake. It would be unethical and dishonest.

I am into TOTAL EQUALITY. However, I do have major issues and concerns with one group of people but I'm afraid I have to keep these thoughts to myself. There is one religion who goes out of its way to undermine women. I saw a documentary once about a young woman that was beaten to death by all of the men in her village because she fell in love with the wrong person. They killed her beat her, kicked, threw stones at her. It was horrific.

A girl I lived with at Dartington College of Arts is Jewish and she told about how her mother was subjected to some really vicious racism from her next door neighbour. He believe it or not was a retired policeman, he would come out of his house and shout at her calling her a 'Jewish whore' and other really nasty anti-Semitic comments. She was a single mother bringing up two young girls all on her own. She was frightened.

Racism exists at the school I work at. I delivered a scheme of work on the Holocaust and the black children that I teach told me how much they hate Jews. I was gobsmacked and actually very offended by their comments. I have tried hard to rectify their bizarre opinion of Jews and I have to say that I have failed to make them see sense. It is something I have brought up with the senior leadership team and I am still waiting to see what action they take. The kids' views are strong and they are almost like cement - they won't go away.

As I type this I am watching a documentary on the Holocaust. God it's disturbing. I really dislike bigots and I really dislike the views of the children that I teach, obviously these views come from their homes. It's terrible.

My recent trip to Spain.

Sunday, 6 April 2008

Get me away from those kids - Two weeks off to recover!!!

Hello, is that Tommy Tom Tom?

Hello, is that Tommy Tom Tom?

No, actually it's me Catriona
Backenzie from Tottenham Hale.

Just to give you all an update I have handed in my notice in at school, and guess what I don't have a job to go to. That school was killing me professionally, emotionally. I feel damaged by the constant abuse from the kids/staff. I am getting fat, I'm drinking too much. I hate the way I look at the moment I am probably depressed. I am damaged I need a good school, not one that kicks you.

I get paid up until August 31st which is some relief. The problem is,
coz like, like coz, I have already been to two teaching interviews and the competition is fierce. Like my neighbours dog, Pepsi the poodle. I am sick of its barking.

My hair is brown now, like my soul, shit stained.

Sunday, 2 March 2008

Middle Classes are under Fire - The Poor are Indulged.

Maybe I am selfish, maybe we all are. I will be thirty six in June. I cannot afford to have a kid. When (fingers crossed) we move into our new flat in Croydon, our outgoings will be the following:

1). rent and mortgage combined £1098.00 we will be owning 55% of the property and have to pay rent on it, as well as a sliding service charge for the lift, which starts at £150.00.
2). Council tax roughly £120.00
3). Gas and electric £60.00 combined.
4). Season ticket £156.00.
5). Phone Bill £30.00

My income £1723.00.

Read the following article below by the Telegraph.

It is the middle classes who pay under this Labour Government, Alice Thomson argues in today's opinion section.

She says the rich are allowed to get away with not paying their way in modern Britain, perhaps because Labour is afraid to upset them.

Meanwhile, the poor are indulged every step of the way, Alice says. They are being offered personal trainers, nannies and a wealth of tax credits without being expected to take on any responsibility in return.

It is the people in the middle who are expected to pick up the burden neglected by rich and poor. Taxes are rising, nanny-state meddling is spreading and public services are collapsing.

Do you agree with Alice? Are you feeling squeezed by Labour? How would you fix the situation?

Should the rich pay more tax? Should the poor get fewer benefits?

How did this situation come about? Did it start with the Labour Government or was the rot setting in before that?