Ben lives in Worcester, had a tough time with his girlfriend, who had his baby and a paternity test confirms he’s the father (OK so that’s his story), but she’d rather go back to her ex boyfriend claiming that he’s the father, so kicks Ben out. His now ex girlfriend is back with her ex, who does drugs and now she can go back to drugs too. Wondering what kind of life that baby will have? Ben in the meantime loses his job, loses his car and now has to go on a waiting list for a hostel, as its already full.
If he raises enough money, he may be able to get into a B&B for £25 per night, but only if he’s really lucky. So far everyone is passing him by and not paying any attention to him, because they’re busy buying Christmas presents for their families and rushing through the crowds, snarling at anyone who gets in the way. Ben reckons it will be the cardboard tonight, which he stores behind the yellow grit bin. That’s his bed, the pavement is his home, his desk, his kitchen, his front room, the bathroom, oh I forgot to say his hands and fingers have this black and dirty appearance, you know the ones that look like they’ve really not seen water for a few weeks.
So I share a few pennies and wish him luck, walking away with my shopping bags and wondering and wishing if Ben will ever get that warm bed tonight or whether he will be under his cardboard bed sheltering from the cold.
If you are visiting the Worcester shops, look out for Ben, you’ll only miss him if you are rushing selfishly around the shops, thinking only of the presents you still have to buy.
I know Ben isn’t alone, there are many others. Happy Christmas Prime Minister!