The commentary piece does reflect quite a bit of what I remember from my youth. I remember growing up and thinking absolutely nothing of some of my friends following the weekly coal truck with small shovels scraping the dross and occasional lumps into bags that their older siblings were carrying, sometimes the coal truck people "accidentally" spilled some proper coal onto the road to give the bags some substance. It was just one of those things that people did. We were lucky in that my family got the severely discounted Coal Board coal delivered and never had to worry about that but many others weren't so lucky. I remember the subtle bullying of those poorer than the rest of us when now I look at it as just frankly ridiculous considering how poor the entire area was.
Just after I met my wife, we went on holiday to Scotland and I took her a tour around some of the places I grew up. She's a privately educated daughter of a dentist and she thought she knew poverty as people simply not being able to afford the luxuries of life. It certainly changed her attitude when I drove her around the villages of hastily constructed 1950s Coal Board houses. She didn't believe me that we still had it better than some who live in the inner parts of many large cities in Britain.
As I've said before on other threads, it's quite shameful that first world politicians are more interested in ensuring very rich people take home more of their luxury level pay than eradicating child poverty.