I’ve had a very intresting meeting today with a fantastic woman called Oonagh Hagan. Together we are going to be staging a tea party at The Green House tea room in Leighton Buzzard in May to encourge people to sign the Fawcett Society’s petition to tell David Cameron not to “Turn back time on women’s equality”. Check out the link www.fawcettsociety.org.uk
The petition is to say no to the goverments triple jeopardy of turning back time on women’s equality which means A, Rising female unemployment, B, A possible widening of the pay gap, C, A Reduction in women’s incomes, D, Increasing numbers of women being forced to give up paid work, E, A reduction in women’s independance and F Women’s access to vital support services undermind. So I’m sure you will agree a very good course and something to stand up for.
I was checking out the Fawcett Society today and what an intresting organisation. It dates back to 1866 where Millicent Fawcett began her life times work leading the peaceful campaign for womens votes. The Fawcett society  belives in closing the inequality gap between women and men and as I belive in feminism I’m all for that!
We will be staging the tea party on Friday 17th May where we will all be dressing up 1950s style so if you are about do drop into the Green House, High Street, Leighton Buzzard, take tea and enjoy someting to eat while signing the petition. I will be singing all day from 10am to 5pm 20minutes on and 20minutes off so do join us and give your surport.
To any women out there who may have experacenced descrimination in the work place or suffered abuse and remember abuse isn’t just phisical it can be phycalogical and financial then let me leave you with this poem I discoved the other day by the black poet Maya Angelou

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies,
Tou may trod me in the very dirt but still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I’ve got oil well pumping in my living room

Just like moons and like suns, with the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise

Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops, weakend by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard
Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard

You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise

What a fantastic poem Keep following – Toodle Pip!