Nobody’s Fault

July 2017

When I were five, I started the system.

Five days a week, for a bunch o’ times tables.

I ‘ave a go now, but can’t even list em’:

Got no use to a guy who fixes cables.


When I were eleven, knew it weren’t over.

Nine ‘till three fifteen, each bloody day.

Spent my last few years hungover,

N’ when I was done, couldn’t wait to be away.


When I were sixteen, didn’t get better.

Got some gig with a mate o’ me dad.

Nine ‘till five, said ‘at written letter…

But at least I weren’t no undergrad.


January 2017

When they were eighteen, they left home.

‘Ad to leave to make their millions,

‘At’s what they said, as they got their loan.

Nine thousand a year? Cost ‘em billions.


When they was twenty-five, they worked

At minimum wage, not twenty pound an hour.

They was ‘ungry tired and overworked,

Fightin’ for the right to a shower.


When we was fifty, we was broke.

They got them jobs with their qualifications,

But them loans? What a joke.

Nobody’s fault! But this damn Nation’s.

Book Review: “Wuthering Heights”


With its complicated themes and layered narrative, Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is renowned for being one of the leading novels of the gothic genre. It is undeniably a fascinating read, if only due to the numerous character and plot interpretations that can be had from it.

However, you should not take this book on if you’re not prepared to be fully committed to the storyline. Lockwood, a seemingly unnecessary character, is, in many ways, merely a device for the story to be told through, and yet the first few chapters resolve primarily on his impressions of the Wuthering Heights building and its inhabitants. Arguably, this gives depth and a better understanding of the isolation that Heathcliff and his family experience, but, in many ways, the gripping story of Wuthering Heights doesn’t really begin until after Cathy’s death, and the relationships within the next generation become steadily more intriguing. One thing must be made clear, though; this is not a love story. It is not a cheerful, upbeat novel in which readers have no choice but to expect a happy ending.

Wuthering Heights is a brutal insight to the class divisions and xenophobia of the Victorian Era, its narrative intrinsically linked to themes of envy, betrayal and revenge. Some critics would even go as far to say that the famous couple, Cathy and Heathcliff, never really had a mutual love between them; perhaps Heathcliff’s insanity produced an entire relationship for his deprived mind to obsess over; perhaps our impressions of the perfect, untainted love between them are, in reality, completely deluded.