THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Thursday 7 November 2013
Success is the greatest disgrace.
My Career never started.
It was not stillborn, but not even conceived.
Always seeking a stressless,
godless State of Grace,
I have become a smelly old man
blessed in his private hyperspace.
You're lucky, Anthony. As the Work Police ever expands its remit and the welfare state is pushed back bit by bit, the noble species of the faineant and the flanneur teeter on the brink of extinction....
I'm not so sure, Karl. Some people will always "fall through the cracks" as I did, when the cracks were wider or more numerous. In the UK at any rate, the whole system is likely to break down in any case because of the failure of the Universal Benefit, which has already cost 100 times more than "work-shyness", which in fact is rather rare.
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You're lucky, Anthony. As the Work Police ever expands its remit and the welfare state is pushed back bit by bit, the noble species of the faineant and the flanneur teeter on the brink of extinction....
I'm not so sure, Karl. Some people will always "fall through the cracks" as I did, when the cracks were wider or more numerous.
In the UK at any rate, the whole system is likely to break down in any case because of the failure of the Universal Benefit, which has already cost 100 times more than "work-shyness", which in fact is rather rare.
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