At the back of Mel Richards’ adapted housing association flat on Grassmarket is a flight of stairs to magnificent (and magnificently central) Edinburgh castle.
This juxtaposition does the heart good. Most council or HA flats I’ve seen so far have been stuck at the butt-end of town, but these guys have killed on Location. This is mixed residence at its very best, in the bricks-and-mortar sense: a great castle rising from Castle Rock at one end of a flight of stairs and a small block of housing association flats at the other. Paul Dacre would detonate at this evidence of the poor shoehorning themselves into a fancy tourist address on housing benefit, but let’s leave him to blow for now. It’s cheering to find these flats in such a beautiful part of town. It’s also uplifting to know that they’d get right on Dacre’s tits.
As would some of the people inside the flats, I imagine, although I wonder if he’d know how to class them.
The woman I’ve come to talk to – Mel Richards, a one-time British-Australian journalist who has a degenerative and disabling nerve-damage condition – is a rightwinger. “I’m definitely from the right – I’m not a Tory, but I would describe myself as from the right.”
She is, however, fiercely opposed to the government’s benefit cuts proposals. This is partly because she relies on state support (and will continue to do as her health deteriorates – “come back in ten years and I’ll still be on benefits”) and partly because she believes that there is such a thing as welfare entitlement. She says that government and media rhetoric about Scroungers and The Workshy should have no place in an adult discussion about give-and-take taxation.
