Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
We watched Ken Loach’s film last night. Beautifully done but excruciatingly sad. I spent the rest of the evening feeling generally guilty- and selfish, and clueless, and uncaring. It’s something everyone should see, especially before talking about people who receive/live on benefits. This promotion of the idea of poverty as some sort of moral failing really must stop.