I remember living alone at the age of 17, in a flat that I could barely afford the bills for.
Sleeping in two coats and a thick blanket during the depths of winter, because I could not afford heating.
Standing in shops and staying in libraries until they turfed me out, just to feel the warmth.
I am Daniel Blake.
I’ve been left to starve by the DWP after six weeks of trying to get on benefits after my contract as University staff ended. My bank loans are running out, my credit score is going to pot, and I’m facing making a claim for the fourth time on Friday.
I was in the jobcentre for three hours yesterday.
I now have to choose whether the money I get each month goes on my rent or my food and travel costs on a monthly basis.