Stepping into the Newcastle West End Foodbank made famous by I, Daniel Blake, Ken Loach’s scorching film about the victims of Tory austerity, a humble little old lady held a cheque. Aged 80 and living nearby, in a faint Scottish dialect she modestly declared a regretful life had been made harder than in her saladContinue reading “Inside The Newcastle Food Bank Made Famous By ‘I, Daniel Blake’”