Debbie Jackson is a 19 year old woman currently residing at the RAZZY.  Debbie has spent most of her childhood in foster care, not really remembering being a little girl except that it was 'fucking shit' and her mum didn't 'give a shit', and 'I've no idea who that fucking sperm donor of a dad is anyway...'.

Not that her childhood was unhappy but bouncing around homes led to an unstable youth.  Most homes were alright, decent families wanting to do the right thing, but every so often you'd have to kick 'creepy nonce dad' in the bollocks or realise you're living with some ridiculous Victorian disciplinarian where raising your eyes caught you a clout.

The second she was 18 she was off.  Out of the hair of that useless social worker both couldn't wait to be rid.  At age 18 Debbie was already 'nearly fucking 30'.  A life hanging around on street corners, getting pissed and smoking preparing her, really the rest of her life.  Not that she was like that Special's song, Debbie has no intention of getting knocked up and spending her twenties washing shitty nappies in a bucket in the bathroom like a lot of women her age.  No intention of sticking egg and chips on the table for some lazy bastard smoking fags all day, sat in his armchair or in the bookies.

Not that Debbie would identify as any political label, but she identifies herself by what she doesn't want, rather than what she does want.  Politics are for the rich.  Street politics are something else...

Debbie isn't exactly looking for work at the moment.  She can get by with her Giro and a bit of nicking or even just blagging now and then.

Debbie is also the lead singer of the (pretty awful) Oi! band 'Moron'.  Not that she can sing as such, she mostly just shouts about disinterested sex, shit drugs and sticking the boot in.  Still, it gets her out and about and the gigs are usually a laugh.  The element of danger of glasses flying just adding to the mayhem of it all.