How many prospective husbands did I ever meet, when I was the single mother of a baby, unable to work, stuck inside my flat, night after night, with barely enough money for life’s necessities? Should I have proposed to the youth who broke in through my kitchen window at 3am? Half a billion pounds, to send a message — would it not be more cost-effective, more personal, to send all the lower-income married people flowers?
Bloody hell. JK Rowling on the Tories’ plans to bung married couples 150 quid—
fantastic.
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Date: 2010-04-14 02:51 pm (UTC)The first comment on the article is priceless, BTW. The absolute epitome of the futility of the have-your-say function.