The other day I was attending an “employability course”. this course was specifically designed to get me back into the job mode and arm myself with a certificate to show employers that I’m job ready and willing to kiss metaphoric bottoms (yuk on so many levels)
There were people there who have all had good jobs and businesses over the years and the girl running it was so enthusiastic and passionate about getting us all back from mediocrity hell.
Then someone says that their daughter is being “taught” something in school that is a pre-requisite. Cooking? (I thought…slap on wrist for pidgeon-holeling), admin…….? Driving lessons? Oh no….here comes the pain…..HOW TO SIGN ON!.
The room fell silent……I could see tumbleweeds flowing across…..a dog howling at the moon……a distant church bell clanging to the peace. It hit me like a sledgehammer to a walnut. SIGN ON! :/
Has it REALLY come to this? So getting pregnant before 16 is NOT important? Or is it trying to avoid all sorts of god awful veneral diseases which could compromise your immune system? How to fight off an potential attacker? Giving our kids and neices and nephews essential skills for that creul unforgiving world outside of their comfort zone? NO!
They have to learn to fill in a behemoth of a form, get it right, give mr scameron and corporal clegg their moniker. Satisfy the imbecile that is I.D.S.(acronym “I DESTROY SOCIETY“).
What a great advert for this country isn’t it? Hey, if you have kids you can rest assured that for the ages of 4 - 18 yrs old we will teach the essentials of life. Being droned on at 24/7, 365 about 1066, 1666, 1966 and 666 (999 upside down). And what exactly is that gonna get you at 18? Nothing, nada, niet, nicht, nil point :/
Thank god we can think our dreams because, lets face it you cannot live your dreams. You have to toe the line, sign on and get your pittance you Dickensian scrounger you and don’t darken this establishment again for fourteen days till you have to turn up again.
No wonder our young have turned in some cases FERAL. If they are not using cold steel and 9mm to settle debates, they are wandering around aimlessly with nothing to do. Being curfewed after 9pm, not allowed to be in a group of friends, forever searched by the thin blue line and demonised by the public at large. Or adding to the already crowded country by having offspring by eeeny meeny miny, who are you again?
Much has been written about where I live. The importance strategically of us in WW2, The busiest shipping lane in the world, the steepings of history yada yada yada zzzzzzzzzzzz. WHAT IS THE POINT IF THERE IS NO GROWTH OR INVESTMENT?
If I came over here to visit from the land of mimes, baguettes and bad food, I will feel flipping well CHEATED! Charity shops, estate agents and betting outlets. The riveting game of spot the open shop. Trying to avoid tripping over aggressive beggars who berate you for not giving them some spare change. I give them abuse, that’s free and it isn’t taxable either.
A couple of years ago a circular dropped through our letter box, showing the all singing all dancing all raving changes to a piece of the town which was arcades in the 80s. I thought “ok, very nice, aint gonna happen” I was right…..AGAIN.
This place will NEVER rise form the ashes of poor investment, planning and piddle poor running. If that happens it will be when the day of the week has a “z” in it, in a month of Sundays, The 12th of never on the Sabbath of hell freezes over.
I hope and pray that the situation gets better. What is the point of going to school just to learn to sign a piece of paper for mediocritys like Clegg and Cameron.
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