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In the early 90s, I started working for a company called WGSX, a small, mid-sized and independent company that used to be on the outskirts of the city and now the main employer of the town's youth. The company's name refers to its motto: "If they don't get you, you're a fucking idiot". The company was founded by a young woman named Emily, who joined them after three years at a local hospital and who later went on to work in the Department of Business. She had worked in the NHS, and spent her early years as a volunteer who had helped to find a job at a local council. In 1991, she died of cancer, but in 1992, after the inquest into her death, she decided to give it up. She moved to London, where she was a consultant for an international company that offered medical care to young people. It is unclear what started Emily's decision from home. Her family lived in a tiny house, with only a TV and a computer, and moved in when she was eight. She had an early interest in the NHS, but didn't get it until she was 14. "I was on my dad's side when I went to school and they told me to take up a nursing degree," she says. "I said there was nothing that could support me. I was so young and so inexperienced. I wanted to be a doctor, so I went to a few schools and then a university. When I got to school, I was very good at maths and English, but I didn't know how to read English so I didn't know much about history or history books. When I got into politics I went to a university, and I was very good at that. I was also very good at English literature, which I took very seriously." Emily and her family moved back to London, but she left when she was 17 to pursue her education in the English language at a local university, and later moved to Luton as a