Skip to main content

Where's My Crystal Bath!

This is a superlative article and I enjoyed reading it, even though I felt like I was going to vomit over my keyboard at the lifestyle of the Ecclestones. Crystal baths? Private nightclubs? Pet salons? I sit at a 6 year old creaking pc on a piece of lawn furniture wearing primark's finest and live in a house with zero insulation (i feel as apprehensive about the winter as the heroes of Game of Thrones). I cannot relate to these people at all. I cannot understand it - a £45 million home? I have no idea what miss Ecclestone does, but surely that is wealth beyond the dreams of avarice, to coin a phrase.
I'm not here to compare my lot with hers. It's not a sob story (the only thing I really crave is a decent PC, frankly - and it needn't be made from mexican crystal). But the point is this:
Socialism for the rich, capitalism for the poor: that is how our economies work.

A brilliant concise observsation that the ruling rich disngenuously disown. I personally believe there should be fairness and I am always loathe to hear people trot out the tired old 'life ain't fair sonny jim' line. Life should be fair, and we can start by petitioning our corrupt leaders to do something about it.


Popular posts from this blog

I Fucking Hate the Work Programme

That did not go well.
My legs were wobbly to begin with as I closed in on the church that passes for the office of the employment wing of the Salvation Army. My appointment was 3 to half past. I really did feel sick. Pretty early on, when he asked for the forms he gave me last time to fill in, I knew that what was arranged on the letter (a short interview with me bringing my CV and jobsearch) was actually going to be much longer. I also knew that, come half three when I had to leave to catch my bus back ten minutes later, I was going to have problems. 
Unfortunately, though more for me I fear, it never got that far; at 20 past he terminated the interview citing my apparent 'putting up barriers' as the reason not to continue. This was because I refused consent for him to keep my CV. I asked why he needed it and offered, three times, to show it to him (that's all), he said it was to apply for jobs on my behalf. The EEC's need this information.
What's an EEC? Employm…

Anybody Out There?

Just so I can be sure this is being read at all and decide whether it's worth continuing, please shout out in the comments. Even if you think I'm talking barmy bollocks, it'd be helpful to know if there are people reading this and not weird bots from phishing sites or Russian hackers or some weird sentient algorithm.

Apologies if you are none of those things, but I'm considering what to do with this blog.



Thursday today (unless time has confused me again!), the day between yesterday's appointment with The Psychologist, and signing on tomorrow. A brief oasis for me to discuss said appointment as it was a test for 'neurodiverse tendencies'. I think that's the best way of putting it; it's all a bit vague really. When I first saw The Psychologist I mentioned that I was in the process of trying to get a diagnosis for Aspergers to which she replied she could do a test that, while not an official diagnosis, could count towards one - or something. Something official anyway, though bizarrely after the test was completed (took a couple of hours) she said she wasn't trained for Aspergers specifically.

The test itself was a kind of Krypton Factor lite (sans exercise course): a mix of recall, pattern recognition, problem solving, and questionnaire. I was asked to arrange coloured blocks into a prescribed pattern, to spot what was missing from a series of pictures, to guess fr…