Everything wrong with Britian, in a single letter

This letter was sent in to a national newspaper this week. It should have been an open letter to every politician in the country.

It hasn't been edited in any way.




My name is Kelly. I know you must get a hundred letters like this every week but I need to rant, and what’s the point in writing to a politician – they are too busy with the environment to care.

I am 24 years old. I have been with my partner for four years and we have a mortgage (it’s interest-only, but in 50 years it’ll be worth it!!).

I work 48 hours a week on minimum wage, which brings in roughly £200 a week, give or take £2, and my partner earns £1,000 a month. We had life OK until exactly nine weeks ago when my son was born.

The baby has a few secondhand things because, as you can see, we don’t have much cash to spare. But we scrimped and saved and got an overdraft to cover the cost of everything else. We thought we were doing well.

Until, of course, I was eight months pregnant and my work made me go on maternity leave!!

Everybody told me I’d be fine: “You’ll get maternity money”, “he’ll get paternity pay”, “you’ll get child tax credits”, “you’ll get a maternity grant”, “you’ll get child tax credits”.

So still I thought, yeah, we’ll manage.

Well, fast-forward nine weeks and we are £1,400 into our overdraft with no way out and my son dresses head to toe in George.

I get £113 maternity pay. My partner had to take two weeks’ holiday because we couldn’t afford paternity pay. I get £20 child tax credit and am not entitled to working tax credit because I am under 25!!

I’m not entitled to a maternity grant because, believe it or not, I’m still classed as being in full-time employment. For the same reason, I can’t ask for help with milk or the council tax.

I have nine months off (including the month before the baby was born) then I’m expected to go back to work and leave my eight-month-old baby in a nursery.

All of this would be fine, I would grumble and get on with it. Babies are expensive, that’s life.

BUT . . . I’m in this position because I have a partner. Because my baby has a daddy. Because I have a job.

If I was single or on benefits, my rent would be paid, ditto my council tax. I would have been given £500 to buy the baby a pram and cot, etc.

I would still receive £113 maternity pay, but I would also get an extra £100 each week in child and tax credits, regardless of my age. My son, instead of receiving the £250 child trust fund from the Government, would get £500.

And to top it all off, I would be paid to be with my son and would not be expected to go back to work until he is seven!!

I’m absolutely gutted! I’m so sick and tired of this country. HOW IS THIS FAIR??? Why is my family being punished for being exactly that, A FAMILY!!!!?

Why is it suddenly better to be single? Or a layabout content to live off benefits? Why is the Government ONLY helping single parent families and rewarding the idiots of the land who refuse to work and contribute like everybody else?

I feel cheated by so-called Great Britain. From where I’m sitting, it’s not so great.

All I can say is that in 50 years, when I’ve paid off my overdraft and my mortgage, my grandkids will be visiting me in Australia because as soon as I can, I’m turning my back on the country that has already turned its back on me and my family.

Thank you for your time and sorry to have dragged on so much.

Kelly and family xxx




Personaly i don't think she dragged on at all.
What she does do is highlights the shame that the leaders of modern britian should feel.
People like Kelly don't matter, white and working class she sidelined.

Kelly pays taxes, the very same taxes that pay the wages of the people in charge of running the country. They have a duty to make the green and plesant a better place for people like Kelly.

Instead they chose to ignore her plight and champion minority groups and pontless causes. Money is spent on excorcises designed to make it look like they are doing something rather than doing anything.

Maybe if some of the policticans were to be dragged to Kelly's table for a few weeks and had to live like her, they might just change their minds about what causes to champion.

Sexual Outercourse

Ever wondered what they teach in schools now days?

I’m not going to look at the whole curriculum but here’s a couple of examples.

In Cornwall, swearing lessons are now part of the syllabus. Pupils ages 11 to 16 at the Callington Community Collage were encouraged to write down as many swear words as they can think of as part of their “Personal, Social and Health Education” module; whatever the hell that is.

When I was at school we had reading, writing and arithmetic. Not Personal, Social and Health Education. And a module was Samantha Fox.

Now they have courses covering sex, drugs, smoking and relationships. This is back of the bike sheds stuff. Since when has the average 15 year old needed tutoring in sex, drugs and smoking?

We managed quite well without any help from Mr Chips thank you very much.

I was better at sex, drugs and smoking than I was at geography. By the time I was 15 I could have passed A-level smoking standing on my head.
I was knocking out Haliborange tablets, 8 for 2 punts (Irish pounds) to gullible classmates convinced they were pep pills. I got richer and they got healthier.

By the 5th year we had the condom concession sewn up, courtesy of one of the lads who had a Saturday job sweeping up at a barbers shop.
Now they more than likely hand out rubber johnnies like we got school milk.

Is any of this really necessary? Especially in an age when a significant number of pupils leave school functionally illiterate and innumerate?

I’ve got a couple of old mates from my school days. One of them was called Spot, on the account of his moonscape acne. The other still answers to the name of Torch, even though his flame red hair fell out when his was around 25.

We were reflecting over a couple of pints of the black stuff on weather kids are allowed nicknames any more. Surely calling someone Spot would be seen as an unfair attack on the dermatologically challenged and would lead to the inevitable letter from Claims Direct.

Giving someone a moniker on account of their physical characteristics would probably be considered a form of racism today.

So what’s behind these swearing lessons?

“The object is to get pupils to look at their language and see if they know what their saying. A lot of swear words are homophobic, racist and offensive to women.” Said teacher Paul Gibson.

Ah ha that explains it.

Of course we should discourage children from gratuitous abuse. But an obsession with homophobia, racism and sexism has been elevated to a religion in many schools to the point where actually teaching pupils to read and write comes a distant second.

So now they get lessons in subject which would have got them expelled a few years ago.

In Devon it seems schoolchildren were being given lessons in mutual masturbation. I don’t know about you, but that’s something most of us will have worked out for themselves. Practical instruction used to take place at playtime behind the bike sheds. They’ve even got a fancy new name for it - Sexual Outercourse.

I wonder how long it will be before that expression enters the language?

“The referee‘s an outer courser.”

Thousands of kids are leaving school without being able to read or write properly. Yet someone thought it worthwhile taking time out of the school curriculum to deliver tuition in hand relief to 14 and 15 year old boys and girls.

“Now pay attention children, here’s something I tossed off earlier.”

At least it won’t be difficult getting them to do their homework.
“Tracey, what do you think your doing?”
“I‘m just helping Wayne with his revision mum.”

It’s the only subject where you get a prize for coming last. I wonder what my old English teacher, Spud Taylor would have made of it all.

We would have been able to call him Spud for a start, tuberist.

But I am trying to imagine his reaction if I had put my hand up in class.


“Yes, what is it now?”
“Excuse me sir, I was just wondering.”
“Come on boy, spit it out, we haven‘t got all day.”
“Well sir, it‘s, um…”
“Get on with it boy.”
“Er, pardon me sir, but how many ‘l’s are there in bollocks? ”