23 Nov 2018

23rd November 2018 Where do I queue for my missing decade?

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Friday 23rd 32F, dark grey and misty with light winds and possible wintry showers. Should I go back to bed? A brisk, grey, misty, 40 minute walk without noticeable excitement.

The beck which winds along the road and through the countryside is inexplicably dry for the first time in living memory. There used to be several inches of moving water a yard wide moving through here. Which used to feed the marsh lake. Have the farmers nicked the water for irrigation? Very odd indeed!

I used to watch the mesmerizing tumble of water out of a concrete pipe before it turned sharp right. The ducks liked to forage invisibly along the weed concealed stream. They would suddenly burst from cover in a panic and shoot off like a cruise missile. It used to terrify me! So one can only imagine how the ducks felt about having their breakfast so rudely interrupted.

Today's news is that the UK is spiraling competitively downward to deplorable US standards on the effects of inequality of income level on health and lifespans. Relatively poor, UK men are now a full ten years short of  a survival set compared with the comfortably awff. Lower income UK women are dragging behind but significantly more likely to die younger than those who can literally afford to shop 'till they drop. 

The UK has a free-on-demand health service except for ears, eyes and teeth. Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil? But can they find a decent family doctor?

The poor have bad health and diet habits and make poor life choices compared with the more wealthy. Obesity, physical inactivity, smoking, drugs and booze abuse are rife. The result is a chronic disease load which kills the self-abuser all too early. No doubt many lower paid jobs are still quite literally toxic inn one way or another.

It's not all, entirely their own fault, of course. Employment insecurity, poor housing, traffic pollution, violence, crime, noise, stress and ingrained class habits are all serious factors in life shortening damage.

The wealthy live in the secure suburbs. Where traffic noise and pollution are usually much better filtered. They enjoy a level of overall greenery which is denied to those who must live in drab, concrete surroundings. Never let an architect design anything they wouldn't cheerfully live in themselves.

Worrying about which second new Audi to choose form, this year, is obviously rather less stressful than wondering if you can actually feed your kids this week. Food poverty is rife and badly skewed by the utter crap being heavily advertised on their vital flat screen TVs. Meanwhile the BBC elite has been deliberately dumbing down the working and non-working classes, for nearly a century and it has been outstandingly successful.

Sugar is a well known killer but standard fare in most products designed specifically for "the lower orders." Sugar means dentists or toothache. Sugar means obesity. Sugar means bad behaviour at all ages. Sugar means ups and down in energy and accidents. Sugar means chronic tiredness most of the time. If the rest of their sugar bomb diet is mostly chemically engineered fat then god help the poor! Nobody else will. Because it is so damned profitable even if the customer base is considered disposable! There are always more where they came from.

For reasons of pride the poor usually make very poor choices over clothing. They frequently choose not to visit charity shops. So pay well over the odds for slave-made "fashion " clothing with short useful lifespans and piss-poor protection from the horrid UK weather. 

Class pride is the real killer. But not for the relatively well off. Who happily pick up quality or even designer label clothing at giveaway charity shop prices. There are even charity shops which cater to the middle classes with aspiring tastes in evening frocks and quality tailored clothing. No ski masks needed here.

The same school "classmates" wear cheap Taiwanese rags. Or, a choice of labelled duvet jackets at a £1,000 a pop per day. It's no wonder they call them "classes." Though where "classmates" comes from is anybody's guess in this strained context.

The poor always look down on school swats as strangely inferior. The difference in eventual income is as tragicomic as the inverted snobbery. Luckily the universities filter out most of "the dross" on income grounds alone. So the muddle classes maintain their monopoly on longevity.

Only the poor pay a fortune for this week's cynically altared [sic] football worship uniform. So that some billionaire, foreign businessmen [and soccer team owner] can become even more filthily richer. If that is even possible?

How much does your tribal battling, season ticket cost now? Better have a payday loan for that! Just so you can mingle briefly with the speeding Ferraris, Bentleys and Lamborghinis. Of your obscenely overpaid, hideously disloyal, drug and £200 cocktail riddled, porcelain-fragile idols? Suit yourselves. You will anyway. At your own cost in longevity. You can't put a wise head on poor shoulders.

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