This post has already been through a Metamorphosis, prior to me switching on my laptop.

Whilst walking through Meadowhall shopping centre yesterday, a post started to develop in my little brain. I was walking around, people watching as I always do and as I always do, I was mentally criticising just about everyone I saw.

One group that became apparent, were the 'poodles'. Women done up like dog's dinners. All a funny shade of orange, wearing trendy sunglasses indoors, dressed in the latest fashion, in expensive looking shoes, with expensive looking hair do's, make up caked on, walking limp wristed through the place, with numerous fancy paper shopping bags hanging from the elbows.

I decided I was going to rant about them on my blog. I started to look at subcategories, there were the ones pushing babies round in gucci pushchairs, with the shopping hanging from the handles. The middle aged ones who were clearly trying to battle with the aging process, with even more makeup on etc...

I came to the conclusion, that they were all kept women. Without a care in a the World, just spending their days doing their best to spend the obscene amounts of money thier other halves were making. They were all generally very attractive and therefore I presumed they had landed themselves a fella with mucho cash, in an attempt to live the ultimate life, that of the WAG. That seems to be the modern day equivelent of marrying into Royalty, becoming a WAG.

That was going to be the basis of this post. I was going to rant about how people these days live in a fantasy World, walking around in a permenant state of daydream. With no concept of reality.
The type of people who go on big brother and you think to yourself 'how the fuck does this person function in the real World?'. The answer to that one, is that there isn't a real World anymore. You can't go hungry anymore. The state wraps you in cotton wool from the outset and allows no harm to come to you. That is unless you're in full time average employment and in that case, you are cast to the Wolves and expected to fend for yourself.

I'm going off on a tangent again. I'll get this rant out of the way and then come back to my point,

RANT;

My rant continues. This Country is now at the point, that if you fall into one of two categories, you haven't a care in the World. Those categories are;

1. The uber wealthy
2. Scrounging bennifit grabbing scrubber.

The first is obvious really. You aren't gonna have any real worries if you are born into money. I know they say that money can't buy you happiness, but it must fucking help!!
We are now at a point though, that the percentage of the population with money to burn is higher than ever. You don't have to born into money to be rich anymore. Private sector wages have gotten rediculous to the point where people are in a position to spend stupid amounts of money on houses, cars, etc, which is why prices are soaring in this Country. It's nothing to do with inflation, it's been coming for years. Most of the lads I went to School with are on 60 or 70 grand a year. For what? most of them sit in Offices doing not a lot. They certainly aren't stressed or overworked, it's just the norm. Estate agents, car show rooms, restaurants etc have come to realise they can push prices up and up and up, because more people are in a position, where A, they can afford to pay silly money and B, They have no concept about what things should cost.
The WAG wannabes fall into this category, along with all the mongs from the big brother house. They all have obscure jobs that seem to pay stupid money. This leads to complete dependance on cash. A prime example is that stupid bitch Nikky. Despite looking a bit downs sydromey, she's seemed to have drifted through life without ever having to cook a meal, dress herself, change a light bulb etc. She's completely dependant on money. These are the people who pay people to clean their houses, clean their cars, pay people to arrange their walk-in wardrobes, pay people to take them shopping and cook for them.

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The second category aren't as obviously happy and content as the first. But think about it. The average joe on an average wage, like me, spends his day worrying about the bills. Worrying about where they are gonna find the cash to fix the boiler if it breaks down, etc. I have no savings, nothing put away for a rainy day. My house is a run down old terrace in a not particularly nice area. It needs re-wiring, re-plumbing, the boiler is 20 years old and condemned. I need a new kitchen and bathroom suit, but can't afford one. I live hand to mouth.

So put yourself in the shoes of the career unemployed. They get provided with a nice semi, with a nice garden. They have their bills paid. If the boiler breaks down they ring the Council up and a new one is installed gratis. A window gets damaged, they ring the Council, a new one goes in gratis. They are given money for food etc.

They are looked after and haven't a care in the World.
There are the ones of course who go off the rails and end up getting into crime and ultimately end up hooked on Heroin etc.
You'd think that would be them outcast. They'd be cut of from all the help and handouts and made to live a life of misery. Oh no they don't. They are given all the help in the World. Drug treatment programs, visits from district Nurses, prescription drugs to help with th cravings etc. If they don't want help, it's forced upon them. It's ordered by the Courts, 'you will be helped'. Taxis will pick them up and take them to Hospital for treatment of their deep veined thrombosis etc....

The point I'm trying to make, is that two thirds of the population are in a permenant state of mollycoddle. They are free to drift through life, as safe as houses. Both in very different circumstances, but equally as looked after in one way or another.

As a result of all this, the Country is full of useless mongs who can't tie thier own shoes laces. Who wouldn't last a day without the life support that is the cash/handouts. I'd love to see another World War breaking out, requiring National Service. We wouldn't last five fucking minutes. There would just be a huge queue outside the Dr's Surgey the day after it was announced.
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That was my rant. However, whilst driving home from Meadowhall, I started to reflect on what was going to write, etc and started to wonder; 'Is it me'.

Is it me that just feels sorry for myself. Am I jealous of the poodles wandering around Meadowhall, oblivious of what it's like to have money worries etc. Do I wish I'd been born into money, or gone to uni like my mates and got a decent job that pays.

It probably is. I am jealous. For all I know, some of those poodles could have been successful business women on a day off. Who am I to assume they are kept women who have never done a hard days work. Even if they are kept women what's wrong with that?
I'd love to be a kept man. Having a handful of limitless credit cards to play with. I'd be done up to the nines in all the latest gear too. I'd have a flash car and a hot tub in every room of the house.

This is where this thing comes full circle. Is the problem that I'm a miserable bastard? or is just that I'm an ungrateful bastard who doesn't know how to appreciate what I've got.

Yeah my mates all went to Uni, but I joined the Royal Marines. A life changing experiance. I earned a Green Beret, you can't buy them!! I was on a good wage relative to my uni mates who had nowt and I spent months travelling the World, living in far flung Jungles, the Arctic wastes of Norway. I had free trips to Africa, Hong Kong, Malaysia,the Algarve. I was with some of the biggest characters I've ever met, laughing my cock off. Pissing up in some of the most obscure locations imaginable. having the time of my life and I'm now equipped with memories that make me glow inside with joy that I was able to experiance those things.
I'm now in a job I enjoy, with my own house and I'm engaged to a top chick, whose out of my league and puts up with the fact I'm ever so slightly mentally ill.
I have a great family who and I'm as healthy as a healthy thing (except for my shoulder injury, finger injury, ankle injury).

So from all of that, I should really take away the thought that I SHOULD be happy and appreciate what I've got. After all, are those WAGS really happy? I'm sure if you're a worrier and don't have to worry about money, you'll worry about something else. I am a worrier, therefore I'll just carry on worrying about money, but when I next have those thoughts of feeling sorry for myself and being jealous of mongs, I'll open this post up and remind myself that I do alright. I mean how many of those mongs have fast roped out of heliciopters onto speedboats, or chewed up food for their best mate who was slipping into unconsciousness through hyperthermia, or put an Intravenous drip into an oppo dying of heat exhaustion in a Jungle hundreds of miles from civilisation, or drunk a pint of another man's piss, not many I'd wager.

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