![]() Hudson writes, ‘I am proudly working class and, in this socially mobile hinterland I currently occupy, I miss the sense of community and belonging which that tribe might provide.’ Only it didn’t. ![]() Looking back over thirty years, Hudson is still trying to come to terms with a world of voluntary homelessness and emergency loans, being washed in Fairy liquid and, in between shit storms, getting laid. Her mother stuck with her – though, God knows, not in a good way. By the time Hudson was eighteen she had attended nine primary schools and five secondary schools, with two stays in foster care, one sexual abuse inquiry, two sexual assaults, one rape, two abortions and a skinful of anger, drink and humiliation along the way. Sometimes this involved a putative stepfather at the other end, though in all such cases, he would prove hopeless and they would end up lost. She made all these moves by coach or van, holding on to her mother, who in turn held on to the bin bags containing their possessions, the benefit book and the hope of a new start. ![]() At thirteen she was on the streets for a time. When she was seven, they moved to Airdrie, when she was eight, to North Shields, when she was nine, to Hetton le Hole, and when she was eleven, to Coatbridge. When she was six, she and her mother went to live in Canterbury. ![]() The family has recently relocated to Glasgow, where Peter’s mother hails from and where they want their child to grow up. ![]() Kerry Hudson was born in Aberdeen in 1980. The pair are now parents to a two-year-old son born in pandemic-era Prague, where they moved temporarily following the success of Lowborn. ![]()
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