My Week: Ruth Coppinger* (*As imagined by Eilis O'Hanlon)
MONDAY: Morning in Mulhuddart. We're out of Sugar Puffs again. I drag myself away from a must-read article in Socialist Worker on collectivist farms in Cuba and head down to the shop, but they only have Coco Pops. Typical.
This would never happen if we nationalised all breakfast cereals.
"Why is it," I ask the girl behind the counter, "that the richest 1pc in our society have more Sugar Puffs than they'll ever need whilst the working classes have to make do with the scraps thrown to them by neo-liberal capitalism?" She pretends not to hear. I hate it when people do that.