Last Wednesday (3rd Jan), the press was full of the horrors of sickie
I have a friend, the epitome of 2K man, wealthy, converted property owner, dog owner, and above all one of life’s uber-shoppers. No, you won’t find any value brands in his house just ‘quality’ merchandise. He is strong in his belief that we are currently at the pinnacle of mankind’s shopping experience and he is determined to make the most of it. When else in an Englishman’s history have you been able to buy items from all the way around the world at such cheap prices? To him it is a near nirvana. And it’s true things are devastatingly cheap if you know where to look and you know what you want. Everything is pouring out of
When the shops and bellies are full with things so cheap, it’s no wonder the incentive to go to spend eight hours a day in the office seems about as appetizing as another Christmas dinner on Boxing Day. It’s a worry when an economy is ever so slightly successful and the first reactions of its citizen’s is: I can’t be bothered to do anything, and I certainly am not prepared to do a job the Eastern European labour force might consider doing. Come to think of it I suspect all this laurel resting is probably the same malaise that infected the English cricket side this summer and just as hard as it is to see them picking themselves up soon, it’s hard to see anyone else in this country attempting anything resembling work before April. Let’s just hope we don’t have a recession.
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