Carol Singh

Carol Singh is the pseudonym of a young writer who lives on the dole in the Midlands. Despite the name, she is not Asian. Two stories by her appeared in the Arts Council anthology, New Stories 8, published in 1983.

Diary: While Britain Burns

Carol Singh, 21 November 1985

On Wednesday mornings I fall out of bed in a hurry because I have to clear off to the Labour Exchange to sign on. Check obsessively that I have my key, slam the door, and hurry off. Tear through the park. I love the park – it’s more or less the same as it was when I used to walk through it going to school, years ago. It’s landscaped, but when I’m flying through it to get to the Labour Exchange on time I don’t linger to admire the scenery. Every time I go past the fountain, near where Henry Royce’s statue used to stand, I mutter and tick away to myself: ‘Fkin bastids fkin bastids fkin bastids’. I saw that on a wall once and it seems to express something inchoate and furious. The Council came and took away the statue, which had always been there, and put it outside the Council House.’

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