The only times I ever get a feel for what's going on around me are e.g. when I step outside and get shouted at by drug addicts or go to Youtube and watch stuff that's currently algorithmically tuned to the Kim Jong Un channel or when I listen to Times/Talk/LBC radio. Obviously none of it affects me and the whole planet is like someone else's party. Except except except when they strike a nerve and start talking about the 9 million-ish evil Economically Inactive people - e.g me - if only we would get up off our poolside loungers and do a bit of grafting - pick up some litter in the street or open hotel doors for smiling beautiful landlords spending the pennies given to them by their minimally-waged tenants - the country would stop being the total fuck-hole that it is, and will always be.
I'm delighted there are so many of us. And when you consider that most people who do actually go out to work don't really do anything, well, there are more of us than there are of them, and I should stop feeling so guilty. As a straight white male, the whole workplace is totally skewed against me. My final four paid/working-for-someone-else jobs were all for charities and I was usually the only bloke in the room - obviously I know that only men are capable of bigotry, but there were times when I did almost question the Guardian narrative.
But of course I am a bitter old bloke, so just ignore me. I'm too young to get any pension, I'm too ugly and grumpy and impatient to be employable, I don't drive anymore so would be useless as a get-away driver for bank robbers, I am far too lazy to jump through all the hoops that I'd have to to get any kind of unemployment stuff blah blah blah - essentially I'm having a stab at living off savings till I hit 67. If I don't make it I shall become another of those drug addicts shouting at you on the street. Please give generously.
Kind people might be wondering if I've forgotten my massive EltonJohn-esque income (7p per decade) from being a """"""musician""""""". I spend my whole life trying to forget it, it really is very embarrassing. Currently I spend my economically inactive days lying on my favourite sofa solving cryptic crosswords (pictured). All this morning Nick Ferari on LBC has been telling me to get off my backside and get back to work. So I quickly made this track.