Well the $%*& done hit the fan-Our Glorious Leader has just given us all notice of redundancy. On the bright side, I've just won a £5 HMV voucher. So that's OK then. The privets / Merseymarts are looming and there's slim pickings in The Echo jobs-wise-I was gonna spend my redundancy on a stock of circa-1983-football-hooligan-retro-Adidas and become an Ebay kingpin. 'Cept my redundancy amounts to about 1 dead frog, a used bus ticket and a conker and wouldn't buy me a pair of Hi-Tec Silver Shadow (for all you Primark / North Face fashion-vacuums out there:these were a pair of ultra-snide trainies someone from the Lake District wouldn't be seen dead in).
'Spose I could always work my way up in Greggs......
Right, here comes the pearls-of-wisdom / words-to-live-by bit: I'm a drugs worker (or, if you're a nazi / klan member, a professional bleeding heart) and my colleagues and myself, along with thousands of other poor swine, are in the process of being launched. Because we're in an economic depression. What happens in depressions, when everyone's signing on? People use more drugs, people who ordinarily wouldn't use drugs, use drugs. If some beleaguered, bailiff-haunted, sanctioned-by-the-spooks-in-the-Jobcentre poor pleb finds a tenner on the deck, do you think he's going to put it away for a rainy day or stick it up his conk?
My dead frog / bus ticket / conker's on the conk.
Hells bells, all that and I haven't once mentioned www.merseydrugtraining.com
Anyroad, I'm off to HMV to see if I can get a copy of "Awaydays" with my flim film voucher-dig those Forest Hills.....
N.B. as usual (this sounds cynical but it's not meant to be), I don't wish to offend anyone, my chief executive, woollybacks etc, neither do I really think that DWP staff are spooky (especially if they want to book me to do drug awareness training), nor do I mean to be flip. Peace out.