New Everything

New site, new look, new Jack?

Well maybe not. Still griping on about life and how shite the modern version is. Although I guess compared to previous versions it's all a bit of a doddle really. I mean, yes of course I have to get up early to go to work. But I get out of a warm bed into a hot shower and not off of a wooden bench with a hair blanket to go and toil in a field full of horse shit and mud.  Yes I have to go through the rigmarole of eating a 'healthy' breakfast of muesli and yoghurt with orange juice when all I want is a full English. But again I could be getting up and eating half a mangy old carrot saved from yesterday. Or some 3 week old oats crawling with lovely little weevils, doused in un-pasteurised warm slightly off milk. Yes of course I have to drive 46 miles to work. But it's not on horseback in the open with howling wind and rain. No, I'm in a Volvo with the heating on, listening to my DAB radio. 

Yes, of course I then have to do what others want and play the corporate games to please others and keep myself gainfully employed so I can pay the bills and try and enjoy some sort of luxury now and then, take holidays in the sun and play golf and go to football and drink decent beer in the pub once a week with friends. But even that's better than toiling in a field of shit and mud all day long, hands torn to shreds, clothes smelling like a cows arse with dysentery because I've nothing to change into or even wash in. Just to please a vindictive landowner who taxes me for living and whips and beats me in a non-enjoyable non-sexual way.

Modern life is shit. But it's a mild baby smelling shit compared to what went before. So I should be grateful.

But I'm not.

Later Mugs, GJ