I’ve never understood why since capitalism needs a permanent army of the unemployed those who desire to be unemployed are treated so shabbily. Far better for the happy skivers to be unemployed then those desperate for work surely. I first signed on at Northampton Lane in Swansea with no desire for work at all. There were the old jokes about registering as a ’snow clearer’ or ‘Father Christmas’ but I decided on the more subtle ‘Coronation Programme seller’. The blank faced young clerk duly registered my occupation. I popped my head in eagerly at least once a week – ‘Still nothing for you I’m afraid Mr. Bone’ as she flipped through her card index box file. Crestfallen I walked away. Long Live the Queen!
November 12, 2009...9:33 am
CORONATION PROGRAMME SELLER
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November 12, 2009 at 11:28 am
I always used to tell them that I wanted to be a dole office counter clerk- no joy there either.
November 12, 2009 at 1:26 pm
You sell the programmes Ian, I’ll walk behind the horses of the Coldstream Guards and Royal carriage with my shovel.
November 12, 2009 at 6:59 pm
And sell the ‘takings’ to a Tory MP on expenses…
November 12, 2009 at 9:37 pm
Looked like a Tory gathering at The Grand Hotel on Broad Street in Bristol tonight on my way home from work. Boris & David clones. They could have had it for free; over their heads the bastards. Fucking loads of them, we would have needed a skip load Simon.