I love how sinister this song is. I know where you live.
I’m not really into politics. This whole Maggie Thatcher dying thing. Well it’s big news. I mean, I’m from a Welsh mining town. I was but a child, but feelings, they run deep. We are under the control again, of a Conservative government, despite the fact that practically no-one in Wales or Scotland or the English cities voted for them. It seems so wrong, on so many levels. We’re not alive for long. And to have to live your life under such authority, and carelessness, it stinks.
Anyway. I’m not sure who taught it to us, but even as a child… not knowing much in the world, we knew we weren’t supposed to like Maggie Thatcher.
“Maggie Thatcher chuck her in a bin, put a lid on and cellotape her in. If she jumps out, smash her on the head, poor Maggie Thatcher she’s certainly dead.”
I have a surprising number of Conservative friends, who are surprisingly down-to-earth, ‘normal’, lovely people. (I couldn’t think of an alternative word to surprising so you have it twice.) I’m forever perplexed at how they came to that decision. Though I’m sure it’s more to do with the areas they are from originally. Yes, the English countryside. They were probably taught rather different playground songs in school.
I’m not taking any moral high-ground. Hell if I were a stinking rich landowner and voting Tory would save me so much in tax, and wouldn’t affect me directly…
People generally lack compassion for others. We’re all out for ourselves ultimately. I don’t suppose I am any different.
Maybe I would be, I don’t know.
All I know is it’s a bad time to be jobless and on benefits. And I never expected it would be this difficult to get a job. Even as a cleaner. There are no jobs. Wouldn’t it be better if instead of randomly picking 1 out of the 100 CVs and offering them a job, it was weighted slightly in favour of the person who has been out of work the longest? Or is that a stupid idea?
It all went downhill when Tesco’s implemented self-servive checkouts I tell you. There’s a Freudian typo if ever I saw one. I’m going to leave it. I meant to say self-service of course.
But my confidence, well, it’s been crushed. Perhaps it oozes out of me and my applications. Perhaps I radiate depression and hopelessness.
Perhaps I have no enthusiasm. Perhaps I secretly resent having to apply for shitty jobs I don’t want. Perhaps it’s fucking counter-productive to make you apply for 10 jobs a week instead of say, 1 job a week that you actually really, really want to get.
Perhaps I’m fed up of getting my hopes up and having them dashed at the last hurdle.
Or perhaps I’m just a lazy waste of space and somebody should just get rid.
I’m not the only one that feels this way, I guarantee it.
Or perhaps, before topping myself, I should just go self-employed again. Prostitution has always looked appealing to me. (Half-joke.)
Apart from anything I just feel like I’m letting everyone down, especially myself.
Anyway, I’m just going to go and wallow in something. Some mud or something. Maybe a cesspool.
I don’t feel like being very proactive today.