|
Post by Rosetta on May 28, 2012 11:46:13 GMT
The cold morning sun glints on cracked panes in disused factories and the lines of the unemployed snake down the grimy streets all the way to the pub where the workshy gaze boorishly into another pint of warm beer; and no one minds that another generation is condemned to enforced leisure in front of a hire purchase plasma TV set and ready-made dinner for two from Asda. Who cares for the deprived masses? Not I. Not I. My family are entrepreneurs, and I am looking forward to fillet steak for the third time this week, washed down with a nice claret.
|
|
|
Post by Daphne on Jun 14, 2012 15:03:31 GMT
I too am sick and tired of reading rubbish about the recession. The working class yobs are all out in force slurping beer and puffing away on smuggled fags watching yobboball on stolen flatscreen (or do I mean fatscreen) TVs.
|
|
|
Post by England Awaken! on Apr 17, 2013 0:53:28 GMT
People should get on their bikes and look for work instead of festering in their common ugly council flats, watching utter SHITE on their rented or stolen TVs, eating junk food probably pilfered from Iceland and smoking themselves silly on the fags they bought down the pub, smuggled to avoid duty.
|
|