What is the collective noun for U TURNS? There have been quite a few by the Boris herd -- we have to have a name for them. STRING OF U TURNS? AN EMBARRASSMENT OF U TURNS? A Cluster f..k of u turns?
Actually I don't care how it came about -- bless Rashford -- but if the children get their meals I am on the side of whosoever provides them. Tax payer?
Therese Coffey needs a few lessons on poverty, such as a definition of it, which works for her. Will, 'hungry but no food coming' work? In this respect I have no problems. Food poverty is crystal clear to me from the visual images of my childhood. It is unforgettable. I watched the refugees from Pakistan begging from house to house in my little town, Thalassery, in Kerala. Since they didn't know Malayalam, they touched their lips and stretched their cupped palms out, looking at us imploringly. Achamma (grandmother) saved Conjee water for them when she drained the rice daily, and dropped a handful of rice in it, to give it more substance. She kept half coconut shells handy to serve them. The ragged children hid behind the mothers; no men in the beggar-stream. Where were the fathers? Now, there are no beggars to speak of in India.
In the late forties, a young man from the neighborhood came to our house in the evenings to help me and my two cousins with our homework. His mother, who had eight boys to feed, pleaded with Achamma to take him on -- -You don't need to pay him,' she said. 'Just give him an evening meal.' He was a bright young man, who rose to the highest echelons of the local civil service. The whole community was very proud of him.
Hats off to Marcus Rashford. Pity he isn't playing for Liverpool.
Actually I don't care how it came about -- bless Rashford -- but if the children get their meals I am on the side of whosoever provides them. Tax payer?
Therese Coffey needs a few lessons on poverty, such as a definition of it, which works for her. Will, 'hungry but no food coming' work? In this respect I have no problems. Food poverty is crystal clear to me from the visual images of my childhood. It is unforgettable. I watched the refugees from Pakistan begging from house to house in my little town, Thalassery, in Kerala. Since they didn't know Malayalam, they touched their lips and stretched their cupped palms out, looking at us imploringly. Achamma (grandmother) saved Conjee water for them when she drained the rice daily, and dropped a handful of rice in it, to give it more substance. She kept half coconut shells handy to serve them. The ragged children hid behind the mothers; no men in the beggar-stream. Where were the fathers? Now, there are no beggars to speak of in India.
In the late forties, a young man from the neighborhood came to our house in the evenings to help me and my two cousins with our homework. His mother, who had eight boys to feed, pleaded with Achamma to take him on -- -You don't need to pay him,' she said. 'Just give him an evening meal.' He was a bright young man, who rose to the highest echelons of the local civil service. The whole community was very proud of him.
Hats off to Marcus Rashford. Pity he isn't playing for Liverpool.
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