I learned my lesson when lost in Cardiff en route to a WI event. I pulled into a petrol station to ask where I was and a lad paying for fuel, shaven head and covered in tattoos, said “You follow me, love, I’ll get you there” and did. In my narrow minded view he was the sort of man I would cross the road to avoid, and I learned that day not to make snap judgements based on appearance.
Our Welfare State. Is it broken?