After what seems like an eon I have finally managed to collect the wherewithal to hang out up my tool, kick back and look forward to dossing around for what is left of my natural.
And the thought at the forefront of my “mind” is ‘Where are we going?’, not in the geographical sense because I can’t afford go juice, train fares or bus tickets, and I still have to wait until I am 61 and a third to get a bus pass, but where is battered, bollixed up Blighty going?
Along with other “1940/50s born” I have seen it all; booms, busts, recessions and depressions time and time again, and somehow despite Piss Poor Policies from various political party’s we have managed to emerge with some semblance of a life.
But this lot that we didn’t elect has me worried, I can see the need for cutting spending and reducing the deficit which wasn’t our fault, I can see the need to extend the working span to over sixty five (sort of) but what I can’t see is the need to do it all at once, and be “governed” by people that really don’t give a GNUs gnadgers about the “person” in the street, the old, the young, the sick and the disabled.
What really gets up my bogle is the attitude of the ConDems who seem to think that we don’t need heat, light, medical treatment, food, education or pensions at a level which is barely adequate until the distant future.
The arrogant Knobheads that have managed to push up unemployment while threatening to reduce benefits; put up taxes while allowing big companies to pay a pittance, still allow WBankers to keep our money instead of lending it to small business and watch as they fade into the Brown runny Stuff.
I would give up and move abroad but the rest of Europe is in a worse state than we are apart from the Swiss and who wants to live there (I can by Toblerone in Tesco),
And before you ask I don’t have a clue how to solve the economic crisis, that isn’t my bag, that is reserved for the “experts” who I didn’t vote for and don’t seem to have the faintest idea either.
Rant over….I’m orf to get my tool out and have another cogitate.