I am just like Daniel Blake, are you?
From 2007, no longer, I have had a series of illnesses that have progressively got worse, and as the medications make me extremely aggressive and have done since early 2000, not long after when I first started taking them.
Up until then I used to eat anything I wanted and never put on more than a pound or two but lost it quickly, I weighed just 10.5 stone and could eat 5 big mac meals and still not feel full and finish off anything the wife didn't want. I don't eat them now but you may say that's why you put weight on but that was not so, I used to eat all the junk foods and never gain weight. I even went out for meals and when asked what I wanted would say the biggest meal on the menu, one time getting a 72 ounce steak with chips, tomato, salad, mushrooms & peas and if you ate it all in 45 minutes you got it free I demolished it In under 25 minutes with a starter and desert, I even had half the wife's 12 ounce steak and her peas and mushrooms. Now I won't touch anything bigger than a 16 ounce steak and often choose an 8 ounce steak when out, all because if I ate like I used too, I would be around double the weight I am now.
In 2008 the DWP (Department of wankers and Parasites, as I call them) decided I was fit for work so I decided from that day to make their employees lives hell, and boy did I, so much so that even the security (or chocolate fireguards as I called them) wouldn't come near me. It started while I was waiting for the appeal I signed on and told the job centre after signing that morning I was moving to a place near Leeds. They asked when so I said when I get home from here today. The place I was signing on at did fuck all in helping me and they were glad to have me off their books and the responsibility of another centre. On checking out the position of the address of the new job centre I was going to I found that there was a closer one just half the distance from my new address so I printed it off with a wording I had found that said a person would sign on at their nearest job centre they said it wasn't my nearest centre in my postal area so I lost it in there and that was my first,and only, contact with their security guard who very quickly melted away after I told him I am thinking of 3 ways to end your life pick a fucking number 1, 2, or 3, he disappeared quicker than shit off a stick. The person I was seeing then proceeded to claim I must look for full time work and gave me the form to sign so I ripped it up and said start again and this time take into account my fucking disabilities. she tried to claim my only disability was being abusive so I really kicked off. The security took no notice of her they really didn't want to go face to face with me, but the disability employment adviser caught her tension and he came over I finished off with him and only having to look for 16 hours work per week. That really cut the number of jobs that I could do down. Many times I never applied for one job as most jobs were either Zero hours or full time, I had already said to previous people on signing on that I would not apply for jobs that were zero hours and got away with it even though one person tried to claim that most zero hour jobs rarely meant zero hours but I shut him up saying that if I got 16 hours for two weeks but nothing for two weeks would I get two weeks JSA? I then went on to say of course I fucking wouldn't as they would average it out at 8 fucking hours a week if anything I would get it made up to £64+ for a week. This went on for 18 months until I went into hospital for, by what the surgeon called, a routine operation, they claimed I would be in hospital 1 week, that 1 week was nearly 5 weeks. I went in weighing over 17 stone (113.7Kg) and came out weighing around 10 stone (65.3Kg). My first point of call on the way home was to a cash point to get out some money, when I went in the maximum amount you could withdraw was £400 when I came out it had been reduced to £300 and no amount of me trying to get £400 would allow a withdrawal. I found out when I got home that the amount had been reduced by 25% when I was in hospital and a quick on line check revealed that no JSA had been paid but I put in a claim for ESA claiming from the day I went into hospital and I got paid from the day after I went in hospital. The one bonus was that the ESA was more than I ever got on JSA by over £40 due to the severe disability premium because of my DLA, now they would possibly try to withhold the person knowing the extra money was due if they got DLA, or PIP as it's now known as.
I got my assessment date but I had included a copy of every appointment I had and they gave me an appointment that clashed with a hospital appointment date I had sent them. I called to cancel but I didn't know if my daughter could make it but what had they expected me to do go to the hospital for a 11.30 appointment have the appointment and wait for the transport back home then try and make it to the assessment for 1pm, which If I hadn't cancelled I wouldn't have made it, as I got home at 12.50pm, just 10 minutes before the appointment time, in short I would never had made it to both appointments and as I have always said first know appointment takes precedence over a later one no matter what! so that's why I cancelled but the trouble in getting a new appointment they just give me a date and time and when I said I don't know if the person can bring me on that date she said tough you can change it for an earlier date but not a later one I started swearing and she hung up.
It came that the daughter could and on getting there we parked in the DWP car park as I had a blue badge saved walking 100 meters from the pay and display car park up to the door there was a shallow ramp or a series of two steps,I took the ramp every time stopping half way up each ramp for a minute or two this was obviously a test to say reliably safely and repeatedly an action could be performed. Fuck them they lost, we got in and I made,very slowly, for the chair by the door as it was the only door to go through that wasn't an exit by the time my daughter went up to the window and handed in my appointment letter, it was a copy I had the original at home, she said you're late, I took my phone out and immediately said no we're fucking not you lying bitch my time says we're 6 fucking minutes early. The security guard (chocolate fireguard) got up from the only chair with arms in the place, to walk across I immediately said pick a number between 1 and 3 he replied why so I said the number depend on how long you live get the right one you may live until an ambulance arrives the others mean instant death. He thought for a moment then turned round and sat down.
My daughter came over and asked if I had any ID on me and I replied in a loud voice who the fuck would come here to verify information they have already been fucking given unless it was the fucking person named on the fucking letter. I half expected the chocolate fireguard to get up and try and come over but he didn't move. about 3 minutes later a very nervous person opened the door and called my name, it turned out she was an Asian GP as I looked at her as I was helped up by the daughter and she followed us along the corridor telling us to turn into the room it took me about 2 minutes to walk those 25 meters. I could tell from the start she wanted little or no interaction with me as the person at the window had gone off and notified her I was here and wasn't prepared to be walked over. She started off the questions and immediately looked at my daughter for the reply so I let her answer, the questions lasted about 45 minutes then she said to me can you do this so I said no I fucking cannot I am not a fucking performing chimp. She seemed shocked that I swore, but I had been like it since I got in there. She ventured round from her side of the desk and immediately tried to take my walking stick I grabbed it close to me and said you look with your fucking eyes not your fucking hands. She let out a little ggrrrrr as she retreated to the safety of her PC tapping away she said I have finished and then signed off from the PC and followed us again to the door and along the corridor she punched a code into the door lock and let us out.
As we got to the door the chocolate Fireguard got up and moved to the other end of the room, definitely wanting to keep his distance. It took about three weeks to get the result letter but after 4 days I had called them for a copy of the report, the 40 days passed and I forgot about it having got a fortnightly amount of £320+ going into my account, almost twice my JSA £170+. Was I happy? You bet I was. Then at the end of 2010 the ex wife died she owed thousands on gas and electric as well as other bills, she had not declared our son as living there so he had no right to live there but as it was cold weather I told him to stay put until I could get through and take possession as I was still listed on the tenancy, then there would be sod all they could do. I got through a week later then when the estate manager wanted the son to move out I told her you should have taken me off the tenancy when I fucking asked and as now you will be asking me to take over the payments for the rent owed there is fuck all you can do bye and shut the door on her.
A few days later She called me and I said I would only accept a certain area of the city, the central area, she tried to make out getting this area was very rare unless you are top of the waiting list, but I held out and a few months later was offered a place close to where I wanted. I made out I would think about it but all the time I knew I would take it. I just wanted to make them sweat, and while I had the keys they couldn't let it. In the end I accepted it, but I left it a couple of weeks before I notified the DWP I had moved, I mean you want time free from when you are due a payment of ESA or DLA and as I was due DLA the week of the move I held off until the following week when my ESA payment had gone in sending both the DLA and ESA an email saying I had moved from address A to address B on date just like when I moved into the ex's place in 2010.
48 hours pass and I do another letter to the DWP and a copy of page two of the ESA72. They reply that they send them out two months early and always have so that on or about the date on the ESA72 the claimant will be having an assessment. My reply is along the lines of not in 2012 so always is a load of fucking bullshit. I find the envelope the 2012 ESA50 came in clearly franked 17/5/12 and enclose it with another letter telling them I am thinking of prosecuting them as I have enough evidence for a case against the DWP. They send another bullshit letter, and say they have notified ATOS to issue another ESA50 and just 4 days later it arrives another fucking ESA50 with a return date before the date on the 2012 ESA72 my first thought is send the fucking thing back to them with a copy of court papers, but as the date is just 6 days before the date on the ESA72 I decide to fill it in add all the papers then when they send the reminder wait until the last minute and ask for three weeks because I am awaiting paperwork to enclose with the form, it works but they only allow me two weeks, still it's after the date on the ESA72 so in a way I won.
This time they are very quick in doing a paper report, I think they know they have met their match and I get another two years only this time they send three letters the award letter, a WFI letter and a breakdown of how much I would get. The WFI is just a week away and when me and the daughter turn up they keep us waiting before the manager sees us and claims the person who was to deal with me had an emergency to attend too, I bet he had to go home for a change of pants after reading the any other info page on the ESA form it said over 3 quarters of the page all verbal communication would be audio recorded. And you can bet I was, I go in a DWP or anywhere associated with them and I record covertly. Some job centre NAZI'S hate been recorded and do anything to avoid it, the manager admitted he hadn't done one of these for years so my daughter quickly changed it from a WFI to a maternity claim which he was more than happy to do so when I got home I deleted the recording. Then Mid December another letter arrives this for another WFI this one is the beginning of Jan 2014 I have an appointment the same day in Newcastle so cancel I get a new one for Feb and it lasts just 9 minutes her first words are you should be in the support group she asks for a contact number, I could have give her the home number because I don't have a phone connected to the line, and who knows their mobile number, oh I do but just looked blank so she wrote on the appointment letter for someone to contact her and give her a contact number I threw it in the bin outside just round the corner from the office. Then I mid 2014 I remembered about asking for an ESA72 copy and sure enough the 2014 copy had changed from the 2013 copy it had taken out the contact on or after section, sneaky little parasites, maybe I should have taken them to court in 2013.
In just over 4 months it will be 4 years since my last WCA but all I say is bring it on they can try all the crap they like I am ready for them. If they try the old info bullshit they will be told there as been no change so it's still fucking relevant! I have answers for all their crap, from paying bills to shopping, and so should all those going to be interrogated by them. It's not the claimants fault if the HP hasn't read the ESA50 or PIP02 form so what is stopping you from saying in the interrogation Just as it says on the bloody form? If they ask for you to say how you shop, pay bills or other info you have put on the form you could tell them, which shows them you have no memory problems, or you can say read the fucking form! This will more than likely end the assessment. If you have put in the form you react to been provoked and you have taken a copy of the form and information sent with you, then why can't they read this? It's because they want you to say something that isn't on the form so they can then take that part of the statement out of the full statement and say that the claimant states this which is just part of the whole statement.
They may ask can you cover 50 meters and you may say "Given enough time I could cover 50 meters" They are looking for things to put in saying you can cover that distance so in a reply they would put CLAIMANT STATES: THEY CAN COVER 50/100/200 METERS. When you started with GIVEN ENOUGH TIME but enough time could mean twice as long or longer than a person of a similar age meaning they are to assume you are not capable of doing that distance, so straight away they lie on the report. That's why I say put it all in the form and if they cannot read it that's their fault, it certainly isn't yours.
All I can suggest is you try it putting everything on the forms like bill payments on-line shopping they all make adjustments to bills or tell you how much they will take every month for the following year, apart from shopping you get the amount with every order, telling them you don't watch TV, video's or blue-rays. anyone can listen to the radio for free even if just for background music, or chat, there's nothing worse than been in a house with no sounds.
THAT'S WHY I AM DANIEL BLAKE
From 2007, no longer, I have had a series of illnesses that have progressively got worse, and as the medications make me extremely aggressive and have done since early 2000, not long after when I first started taking them.
Up until then I used to eat anything I wanted and never put on more than a pound or two but lost it quickly, I weighed just 10.5 stone and could eat 5 big mac meals and still not feel full and finish off anything the wife didn't want. I don't eat them now but you may say that's why you put weight on but that was not so, I used to eat all the junk foods and never gain weight. I even went out for meals and when asked what I wanted would say the biggest meal on the menu, one time getting a 72 ounce steak with chips, tomato, salad, mushrooms & peas and if you ate it all in 45 minutes you got it free I demolished it In under 25 minutes with a starter and desert, I even had half the wife's 12 ounce steak and her peas and mushrooms. Now I won't touch anything bigger than a 16 ounce steak and often choose an 8 ounce steak when out, all because if I ate like I used too, I would be around double the weight I am now.
In 2008 the DWP (Department of wankers and Parasites, as I call them) decided I was fit for work so I decided from that day to make their employees lives hell, and boy did I, so much so that even the security (or chocolate fireguards as I called them) wouldn't come near me. It started while I was waiting for the appeal I signed on and told the job centre after signing that morning I was moving to a place near Leeds. They asked when so I said when I get home from here today. The place I was signing on at did fuck all in helping me and they were glad to have me off their books and the responsibility of another centre. On checking out the position of the address of the new job centre I was going to I found that there was a closer one just half the distance from my new address so I printed it off with a wording I had found that said a person would sign on at their nearest job centre they said it wasn't my nearest centre in my postal area so I lost it in there and that was my first,and only, contact with their security guard who very quickly melted away after I told him I am thinking of 3 ways to end your life pick a fucking number 1, 2, or 3, he disappeared quicker than shit off a stick. The person I was seeing then proceeded to claim I must look for full time work and gave me the form to sign so I ripped it up and said start again and this time take into account my fucking disabilities. she tried to claim my only disability was being abusive so I really kicked off. The security took no notice of her they really didn't want to go face to face with me, but the disability employment adviser caught her tension and he came over I finished off with him and only having to look for 16 hours work per week. That really cut the number of jobs that I could do down. Many times I never applied for one job as most jobs were either Zero hours or full time, I had already said to previous people on signing on that I would not apply for jobs that were zero hours and got away with it even though one person tried to claim that most zero hour jobs rarely meant zero hours but I shut him up saying that if I got 16 hours for two weeks but nothing for two weeks would I get two weeks JSA? I then went on to say of course I fucking wouldn't as they would average it out at 8 fucking hours a week if anything I would get it made up to £64+ for a week. This went on for 18 months until I went into hospital for, by what the surgeon called, a routine operation, they claimed I would be in hospital 1 week, that 1 week was nearly 5 weeks. I went in weighing over 17 stone (113.7Kg) and came out weighing around 10 stone (65.3Kg). My first point of call on the way home was to a cash point to get out some money, when I went in the maximum amount you could withdraw was £400 when I came out it had been reduced to £300 and no amount of me trying to get £400 would allow a withdrawal. I found out when I got home that the amount had been reduced by 25% when I was in hospital and a quick on line check revealed that no JSA had been paid but I put in a claim for ESA claiming from the day I went into hospital and I got paid from the day after I went in hospital. The one bonus was that the ESA was more than I ever got on JSA by over £40 due to the severe disability premium because of my DLA, now they would possibly try to withhold the person knowing the extra money was due if they got DLA, or PIP as it's now known as.
I got my assessment date but I had included a copy of every appointment I had and they gave me an appointment that clashed with a hospital appointment date I had sent them. I called to cancel but I didn't know if my daughter could make it but what had they expected me to do go to the hospital for a 11.30 appointment have the appointment and wait for the transport back home then try and make it to the assessment for 1pm, which If I hadn't cancelled I wouldn't have made it, as I got home at 12.50pm, just 10 minutes before the appointment time, in short I would never had made it to both appointments and as I have always said first know appointment takes precedence over a later one no matter what! so that's why I cancelled but the trouble in getting a new appointment they just give me a date and time and when I said I don't know if the person can bring me on that date she said tough you can change it for an earlier date but not a later one I started swearing and she hung up.
It came that the daughter could and on getting there we parked in the DWP car park as I had a blue badge saved walking 100 meters from the pay and display car park up to the door there was a shallow ramp or a series of two steps,I took the ramp every time stopping half way up each ramp for a minute or two this was obviously a test to say reliably safely and repeatedly an action could be performed. Fuck them they lost, we got in and I made,very slowly, for the chair by the door as it was the only door to go through that wasn't an exit by the time my daughter went up to the window and handed in my appointment letter, it was a copy I had the original at home, she said you're late, I took my phone out and immediately said no we're fucking not you lying bitch my time says we're 6 fucking minutes early. The security guard (chocolate fireguard) got up from the only chair with arms in the place, to walk across I immediately said pick a number between 1 and 3 he replied why so I said the number depend on how long you live get the right one you may live until an ambulance arrives the others mean instant death. He thought for a moment then turned round and sat down.
My daughter came over and asked if I had any ID on me and I replied in a loud voice who the fuck would come here to verify information they have already been fucking given unless it was the fucking person named on the fucking letter. I half expected the chocolate fireguard to get up and try and come over but he didn't move. about 3 minutes later a very nervous person opened the door and called my name, it turned out she was an Asian GP as I looked at her as I was helped up by the daughter and she followed us along the corridor telling us to turn into the room it took me about 2 minutes to walk those 25 meters. I could tell from the start she wanted little or no interaction with me as the person at the window had gone off and notified her I was here and wasn't prepared to be walked over. She started off the questions and immediately looked at my daughter for the reply so I let her answer, the questions lasted about 45 minutes then she said to me can you do this so I said no I fucking cannot I am not a fucking performing chimp. She seemed shocked that I swore, but I had been like it since I got in there. She ventured round from her side of the desk and immediately tried to take my walking stick I grabbed it close to me and said you look with your fucking eyes not your fucking hands. She let out a little ggrrrrr as she retreated to the safety of her PC tapping away she said I have finished and then signed off from the PC and followed us again to the door and along the corridor she punched a code into the door lock and let us out.
As we got to the door the chocolate Fireguard got up and moved to the other end of the room, definitely wanting to keep his distance. It took about three weeks to get the result letter but after 4 days I had called them for a copy of the report, the 40 days passed and I forgot about it having got a fortnightly amount of £320+ going into my account, almost twice my JSA £170+. Was I happy? You bet I was. Then at the end of 2010 the ex wife died she owed thousands on gas and electric as well as other bills, she had not declared our son as living there so he had no right to live there but as it was cold weather I told him to stay put until I could get through and take possession as I was still listed on the tenancy, then there would be sod all they could do. I got through a week later then when the estate manager wanted the son to move out I told her you should have taken me off the tenancy when I fucking asked and as now you will be asking me to take over the payments for the rent owed there is fuck all you can do bye and shut the door on her.
A few days later She called me and I said I would only accept a certain area of the city, the central area, she tried to make out getting this area was very rare unless you are top of the waiting list, but I held out and a few months later was offered a place close to where I wanted. I made out I would think about it but all the time I knew I would take it. I just wanted to make them sweat, and while I had the keys they couldn't let it. In the end I accepted it, but I left it a couple of weeks before I notified the DWP I had moved, I mean you want time free from when you are due a payment of ESA or DLA and as I was due DLA the week of the move I held off until the following week when my ESA payment had gone in sending both the DLA and ESA an email saying I had moved from address A to address B on date just like when I moved into the ex's place in 2010.
Then we move forward to May 2012 and another ESA50 drops through the letterbox I am a bit pissed off because the ESA72 says I will be contacted again on or after 26/5/12 but the return date is after the 26th so I am not too bothered. It takes the DWP over 8 weeks to do a paper report on 124 pages of evidence and the report but even though this says the same longer term BS in the paper report I just don't have the strength to fight them, I know that just the phrase on the report and the ESA113 could get me another 12 months but I let it slide. There was no WFI letter with the award letter and the ESA72 clearly stated WE WILL CONTACT YOU AGAIN ON OR AFTER (DATE) WHERE YOU MAY BE SENT ANOTHER ESA50 OR ASKED TO ATTEND AN APPOINTMENT.
For a whole 10 months I got peace off the DWP not one letter apart from the yearly increase letter. then In May 2013 another ESA50 I quickly remember 2012 so search for the copy on my PC I find it along with the ESA72 I quickly print off page 2 of the ESA72 and type out a letter to enclose with the blank copy I am going to send back to them. For once I don't have brain freeze and the letter writes itself in one day I open their junk mail put it in their envelope with a complaint letter and a copy of page 2 of the ESA72.48 hours pass and I do another letter to the DWP and a copy of page two of the ESA72. They reply that they send them out two months early and always have so that on or about the date on the ESA72 the claimant will be having an assessment. My reply is along the lines of not in 2012 so always is a load of fucking bullshit. I find the envelope the 2012 ESA50 came in clearly franked 17/5/12 and enclose it with another letter telling them I am thinking of prosecuting them as I have enough evidence for a case against the DWP. They send another bullshit letter, and say they have notified ATOS to issue another ESA50 and just 4 days later it arrives another fucking ESA50 with a return date before the date on the 2012 ESA72 my first thought is send the fucking thing back to them with a copy of court papers, but as the date is just 6 days before the date on the ESA72 I decide to fill it in add all the papers then when they send the reminder wait until the last minute and ask for three weeks because I am awaiting paperwork to enclose with the form, it works but they only allow me two weeks, still it's after the date on the ESA72 so in a way I won.
This time they are very quick in doing a paper report, I think they know they have met their match and I get another two years only this time they send three letters the award letter, a WFI letter and a breakdown of how much I would get. The WFI is just a week away and when me and the daughter turn up they keep us waiting before the manager sees us and claims the person who was to deal with me had an emergency to attend too, I bet he had to go home for a change of pants after reading the any other info page on the ESA form it said over 3 quarters of the page all verbal communication would be audio recorded. And you can bet I was, I go in a DWP or anywhere associated with them and I record covertly. Some job centre NAZI'S hate been recorded and do anything to avoid it, the manager admitted he hadn't done one of these for years so my daughter quickly changed it from a WFI to a maternity claim which he was more than happy to do so when I got home I deleted the recording. Then Mid December another letter arrives this for another WFI this one is the beginning of Jan 2014 I have an appointment the same day in Newcastle so cancel I get a new one for Feb and it lasts just 9 minutes her first words are you should be in the support group she asks for a contact number, I could have give her the home number because I don't have a phone connected to the line, and who knows their mobile number, oh I do but just looked blank so she wrote on the appointment letter for someone to contact her and give her a contact number I threw it in the bin outside just round the corner from the office. Then I mid 2014 I remembered about asking for an ESA72 copy and sure enough the 2014 copy had changed from the 2013 copy it had taken out the contact on or after section, sneaky little parasites, maybe I should have taken them to court in 2013.
In just over 4 months it will be 4 years since my last WCA but all I say is bring it on they can try all the crap they like I am ready for them. If they try the old info bullshit they will be told there as been no change so it's still fucking relevant! I have answers for all their crap, from paying bills to shopping, and so should all those going to be interrogated by them. It's not the claimants fault if the HP hasn't read the ESA50 or PIP02 form so what is stopping you from saying in the interrogation Just as it says on the bloody form? If they ask for you to say how you shop, pay bills or other info you have put on the form you could tell them, which shows them you have no memory problems, or you can say read the fucking form! This will more than likely end the assessment. If you have put in the form you react to been provoked and you have taken a copy of the form and information sent with you, then why can't they read this? It's because they want you to say something that isn't on the form so they can then take that part of the statement out of the full statement and say that the claimant states this which is just part of the whole statement.
They may ask can you cover 50 meters and you may say "Given enough time I could cover 50 meters" They are looking for things to put in saying you can cover that distance so in a reply they would put CLAIMANT STATES: THEY CAN COVER 50/100/200 METERS. When you started with GIVEN ENOUGH TIME but enough time could mean twice as long or longer than a person of a similar age meaning they are to assume you are not capable of doing that distance, so straight away they lie on the report. That's why I say put it all in the form and if they cannot read it that's their fault, it certainly isn't yours.
All I can suggest is you try it putting everything on the forms like bill payments on-line shopping they all make adjustments to bills or tell you how much they will take every month for the following year, apart from shopping you get the amount with every order, telling them you don't watch TV, video's or blue-rays. anyone can listen to the radio for free even if just for background music, or chat, there's nothing worse than been in a house with no sounds.
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