The beauty of tonight's sky is such a sharp contrast to the sadness in my soul. How did we get here? When did it happen that the Britain we thought we knew slipped away, subtly shaded by something darker, more sinister and so frighteningly real?
Tonight I made a promise, a promise I was so saddened but not at all shocked to hear asked, a promise I hope very much never to have to keep, but a promise all the same. I had to promise that if anything should happen to one of the most courageous survivors any of us can imagine that I would make sure everyone knew who is responsible.
But, most of us? We already know, and even those who don't are beginning to shuffle with disquiet. We look away, those of us safe enough, secure enough to have enough. We look away so as not to have to face the fear that we are all innately vulnerable and that a need for social security does not make us lesser, or other, but fundamentally human. '
And whilst we all look away, I broke my heart listening to another seriously ill person being broken in the name of welfare reform. And I made the only promise I could - that if it ever comes to it I will make sure everyone knows who's responsible,