So perfectly fucked
Do people get perverse pleasure from seeing me struggle through life on a day-to-day basis? It's strange when you start thinking about which weird and whacky ways you can end your life, I'm not suicidal by the way, just curious. I heard last week that a lad I used to play football with killed himself by wrapping his car around a tree, a la Marc Bolan. Though I do believe that Marc Bolan's death was quite accidental.
Anyway....
just found out today that I'm not eligible to go on the dole, what the fuck! I've paid N.I. since I was 16, I have been in full-time education since the age of 5, no doubt in a few years time I'll be in the 40% tax bracket, and when I need a few monies to keep me from going bankrupt, this once great country shits in my mouth, then asks me how it tastes. Cunts! However, if I were a one-handed muslim pirate with a merry band of suicide bombers that kept me company, I'd be entitled to all the benefits under the sun. I'm not condoning the BNP here, but it's no bloody wonder they have so much support. The only thing that this blog will get me is a fucking file with MI5. Aren't the Labour party meant to be socialists?
So, the reaon why I'm not entitled to a pissy £44.50 a week is that I used L's flat as my address, I was asked what relationship I have with L, I said we are dating. They then asked me if L was working, I said she was, they said that she should support me. I then told them that I only use the address for post and told them about the flat I am living at in Toxteth. They said I could only claim if I could show them a tenancy agreement, which I can't as I'm not meant to be living there. They said I was fucked.
On a lighter note, I went to the doctor's last week about these tremors in my hand/arm, he told me it could be an irritable brain or my nerves could be fucked. I'm holding out for a brain tumour, but I suppose I'll find out when I have my MRI scan. If I don't get a job and I've got a tumour I might be able to claim incapacity benefit. Watch this space.....
Anyway....
just found out today that I'm not eligible to go on the dole, what the fuck! I've paid N.I. since I was 16, I have been in full-time education since the age of 5, no doubt in a few years time I'll be in the 40% tax bracket, and when I need a few monies to keep me from going bankrupt, this once great country shits in my mouth, then asks me how it tastes. Cunts! However, if I were a one-handed muslim pirate with a merry band of suicide bombers that kept me company, I'd be entitled to all the benefits under the sun. I'm not condoning the BNP here, but it's no bloody wonder they have so much support. The only thing that this blog will get me is a fucking file with MI5. Aren't the Labour party meant to be socialists?
So, the reaon why I'm not entitled to a pissy £44.50 a week is that I used L's flat as my address, I was asked what relationship I have with L, I said we are dating. They then asked me if L was working, I said she was, they said that she should support me. I then told them that I only use the address for post and told them about the flat I am living at in Toxteth. They said I could only claim if I could show them a tenancy agreement, which I can't as I'm not meant to be living there. They said I was fucked.
On a lighter note, I went to the doctor's last week about these tremors in my hand/arm, he told me it could be an irritable brain or my nerves could be fucked. I'm holding out for a brain tumour, but I suppose I'll find out when I have my MRI scan. If I don't get a job and I've got a tumour I might be able to claim incapacity benefit. Watch this space.....
posted by Martyn @ 12:11 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:05 AM,
Lyla said…
I like that the Government of England has decided that little ol me, with my tens of thousands of pounds of debts, earning £5 an hour at a TEMPORARY job, has deemed it that I support my boyfriend of six months. As of yet the only thing we've joint purchased is a meal and booze so why the fuck am I supposed to chip in?
Although I would if I could...
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