The week before last, Big Issue had a staff day full of workshops about where our work is taking us and the problems we face. Founded 35 years ago on the double yellow lines of the West End of London, among the rough sleepers that filled almost every doorway, it has certainly changed. Founded as a business response to a social crisis, it now is a cluster of businesses. Homelessness, employment, social investment, measuring social impact – it feels to me as though it has never been richer in its intentions and delivery.
It is still a weekly publication that is distributed to people in need, covering the homeless, ex-homeless and the vulnerably accommodated. It still fulfils its original remit. It still endeavours to improve people’s time in the crisis of need, whether that’s for a month or a decade.
I went along to observe – I have never been a workshopper. The buzz was incredible. My role was simply to give a speech towards the end of the day. There was an overwhelming feeling of optimism and commitment. A joy at being together, intent on our social shared mission. It was a powerful elixir of the joy of doing something that needs to be done: bringing justice and hope and opportunity to people who often get ignored.
Big Issue Invest helped support a novel social programme. Outside on the street was a food van to feed our staff at lunchtime. Run by young people who fall into that unforgiving category called NEETS (not in education, employment or training), they provided wholesome food with what can only be called passion. A passion to learn work skills and break out of the categorisation that doesn’t quite explain what is going on with them – apparently a million or so young people.
So many corners have been cut in modern life. Public provision through education, health and community has been knocked about through budget cutting and modern-isation. We have seen an increase in costs while cuts have been made.
It’s a bit like buying a cake or a pie that is well wrapped but tastes crap: the costly ingredient being the wrapping, not the contents that you actually eat. So bureaucracy increases, not the quality of public life. The wrapping flourishes but the pie gets increasingly inedible.









