ONCE again Mr Reality and Little Miss Minimum Wage were waiting for the food bank to open.

At that moment the Conservative election coach roared past.

They could see David Cameron with his friends Mr and Ms Millionaire, Mr Casino Banker and Mr and Miss Tax Evader raising champagne glasses to the toast of laughter.

Mr Reality waved and shouted for help. “Did they see us?” asked Little Miss Minimum Wage. “Yes,” sighed Mr Reality, “and they stuck two fingers up to us.”

Little Miss Minimum Wage was bewildered. She cried: “I have a full-time job and I still cannot afford the cost of living. Why will they not help us?”

Mr Reality chuckled: “Help us? How? They are too busy helping themselves and their rich friends.”

Mr Disabled appeared on the horizon, slowly crossing the road.

Mr Reality gasped and Little Miss Minimum Wage covered her eyes as the Conservative coach ran straight over him with no concern for his welfare.

The pair dashed over to help Mr Disabled.

They could see that there was little hope for him and quickly rushed him to the now-privatised NHS hospital run by ATOS, who astoundingly deemed him fit to work.

“The Labour government was fairer to us than this,” sobbed little Miss Minimum Wage. “I realise that now,” replied Mr Reality.

I hope this story is not continued.

TONY WITHERS
Latchford