In the final part of an unmissable series, John-Paul Clark reflects on the biggest lessons from his homelessness journey

MY own JFK moment arrived on 19 July 2010 with David Cameron's Big Society speech.

His promise of agency in order that people needn't turn to the government was doublespeak for another Tory onslaught upon the working classes. I spat his words back at him but could never have imagined the impact it would have upon my own life.

In the penultimate piece of his 10-part series, John-Paul Clark is within painful touching distance of finally having a home

AN adult returning to sleeping in a single bed usually always represents some form of misfortune.

Coming home of a day to see that bed lying at the back of the living room was a constant and horrendous reminder of my downfall. Lying on it one sleepless night weeks after I was supposed to move out was perhaps my lowest moment in the year past. I'd had enough and could take no more of that life.

Homeless women in Glasgow to be offered free sanitary projects

A PROJECT by a Glasgow based charity has been launched to provide sanitary items for homeless women who are sleeping rough.

Street teams already deliver other essential items for homeless people including food, sleeping bags, and needle exchange. The move to include sanitary items comes as the issue of “period poverty” has attracted greater recognition, with a number of charities and cross party politicians calling for measures to address it.

Raised Voices, a creative writing and drama group for people with experience of homelessness, speak to CommonSpace about their uphill climb

“Finding myself without a home was like arriving in a deep, dark hole,” says Raised Voices member Colin Brown.

In part eight of a 10-part series, John-Paul Clark finally gets the news he's been waiting for

ALTHOUGH I regretted my dwellings up in the sky, there was an aesthetic quality that for the most part I wasn’t able to appreciate. 

It towered over the city looking onto the mountains and glens, and in the morning a grey mist would occasionally envelope the bottom of the flat, erasing the surrounding concrete monotony. 

In part six of a 10-part series, John-Paul Clark slips further into isolation before resolving to take control of his predicament

THE neon streetlights illuminated the night sky as they gave chase behind. I could hear feet pattering on the pavement and their heavy breathing as they got closer.

In part four of a 10-part series, a few dates leave John-Paul Clark feeling like there may be a future - until the chaos tears it away

WALKING along the promenade the sea air was biting so we took refuge in Nardinis and huddled together at a cosy wee wooden two-seated table. 

She asked if I had ever grown facial hair and I told her once but it made me look like a sex offender. From her belly-laugh I knew she liked me.