It was only to be expected. If some of the residents of Benefits Street agreed to be filmed while they were shoplifting and flogging on their ill-gotten gains, then exchanging the money for drugs (yes, we used to see that going down outside our house) then they should surely have expected the police to take a close interest. As should those who are having to pay bedroom tax, and are therefore growing pot in their spare bedroom …
The programme received shoals of complaints, both for and against – and the police had hundreds of calls. Well, they know the area well already – we once had the police chasing a convict through our garden!
Worse though, and undeserved, some of the residents have received death threats. Now that’s worrying.
Today I’ve at last managed to get back to my writing, after a very busy Christmas and New Year. I got good feedback for the last bit I did for my university writing course, which finished before Christmas, which encouraged me. So now it’s back to reading my parents’ letters from the island of Tristan da Cunha, year of 1956 … and mulling over which of the thousands of pieces of information would provide my next instalment
In the middle I got an email from my next-brother-down, who is busy putting all the old Tristan cine film on to dvd. When he arrived before new year, we sat in the kitchen and did a commentary between us – but he’s just discovered a whole new section which needs editing in. It was so useful to be able to go to Dad’s letters written at the time he took the cine, and get an exact commentary.
It’s a really interesting section which covers our visit to St Helena island, the shark that came to the surface to eat the bacon, and the flying fish that landed on the deck.