Modern Day Slavery - Royalty – London Olympics

Enjoy life!  Taste every moment of it, hardly possible in the frenzied way that modern society forces us to do it.

Unfortunately, the majority of the earth’s drones and clones have been brain washed into thinking this is normality, to be couped up in their shitty little cublicles for the majority of the working week or manufacturing widgets in a factory covered in shit

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Most of us drones just plod along working our butts off all day, 30 mins to 1 hours for lunch if you are lucky, then have a couple of hours to ourselves in the evenings (eat, watch telly, then bed), and hooray!!! do it all over again the next day, and then again, and again, then suddenly, Friday! yay!!!  two days off from slavery!!!

This bullshit just doesn’t wash with me.  I have worked for the last 15 years of my life since graduating from university in all kinds of different jobs, and realised what an insane amount of precious time we waste at work.  Precious time we could spend with our loved ones or enjoying some leisure time. Who invented this 9 to 5 bullshit?

Yes, we need to slave away to put food on the table, mortgage slaves and renters need to keep a roof over their heads and more importantly buy the latest cars, TV’s, gadgets and other shit we don’t need (like buying a new phone or tablet, because our old one doesn’t flash in the millions of colours the latest one does).

Choose life.

Choose Life.

Choose a dead end job.

Choose a worthless career.

Choose not working altogether because you can’t find anything better than a McJob and decide to live off state benefits.

Choose buying shit you can’t afford like a big fucking television, designer kitchens, gas guzzling cars, iphones, ipads, ipods, three piece suits in a range of fucking fabrics on credit and fuck it, worry about the cost and the financial hardship tomorrow.

Choose not buying shit and getting it for free instead by looting and setting shit on fire, after all, young people dont know the meaning of respect and have lost perspective of what reality is.

Choose living in a country devoid of sunshine and work your arse off all year to spend two weeks holiday in beautiful weather in another country and then feel suicidal when you come back home to permanent grey skies, shit weather and long faces.

holidays airport stresses

Yes Its holiday time again, I can already hear in the distance the shouting couples over where they want to go as the prices have hit a very high peek..obviously because the kids will be on the their summer school break too, and the holiday companies want to screw you for every penny you got so you can get 1 or 2 weeks of sunshine, something we seem to lack in the UK.

Once your finally at the airport after a getting stuck in traffic on the motorway for 3 hours and your 4 year old has thrown up over her new clothes, you arrive stressed, late and hungry but with the common delays of Easyjet your ok for time, but the rip-off prices at the eateries make you wish you brought sandwiches! Then you have the sudden worry of whether or not you remembered to lock the back door. Moaning kids bored and tired making you see a red mist apear from within.  Finally, your  led through the cattle-like queueing system at security to the lounge after your tin of Vaseline and 2 mouthfuls of drink has been confiscated. which, by the way can be bought again as its cheaper than buying a clear bag for 2 pounds.

Noisy neighbours and their dogs

Neighbors barking bastard dogs

Ahhh, how I miss being young and ignorant of just how hard even the most basic things in life can be, such as just living in your own place without fantasizing about murdering your neighbours (and their yapping fucking mutts).

I consider myself fortunate to live in a quaint little town in England, the kind of small town where the population is generally nice, you actually see people smile, hoodies and chavs are a rarity and you won’t get your head kicked in at any of the pubs, very quaint.

Me and my partner and our 2 boys moved into a nice little house nearly seven years ago and we were happy, it is a terraced house and the neighbours on each side kept themselves to themselves, typically British, polite, acknowledged your presence if you bumped into them outside, said hello and the usual BS.

This all changed about a year ago, when our old neighbours sold up and the most annoying retarded fuck wits unfortunately moved in next door, they are not violent or throw shit into your garden, but they are noisy as hell, they consist of a mother (early 50′s) and her two ignorant shit faced offsprings (late 20′s).