Del I know people and have members of my family who have never worked a day in there life’s it’s a mind set they see scamming the system as a job I dont even give them the time of day. I’ve worked since I was 15 and never ever claimed benefits of any sort not because I haven’t needed it at times but my pride wouldn’t let me especially after seeing them do it just made me more determined to get out my pisser and do a days graft. Being self employed from a young age helped could always put a bit away for the thin times
There had to be something I liked about you.
I also started early,12, lied about my age, told the local newsagent, who knew my family well, that I was 13. I must have looked, I don't know, 10. Monday to Friday, I could manage the bag, at weekends, it was bigger than me. At a genuine 14, I had a paper round down the hill. The rich end. No tabloids down here. Most houses taking the heavies, and more than one, Friday, The Jewish Chronicle, added a fair bit of weight. On Sunday,a van would take the second half of the round out, and dump it somewhere in the dry for you. The Shop, Ellington's, had about thirty of us kids delivering. How they got away with the School kids working regs,I'll never know. I didn't mind, I was on a £ a week. Christmas boxes in total , remember it was mainly wealthy Jewish folk, would be £ 30- £40. A fortune in 1962. After school, trade bike, grocery deliveries. At 15, When I left school, I was clearing £4. 10s. No stamp. First week's wage. £ 2.10s minus stamp, tea swindle. Didn't take long for me to realize I should go back to the paper round before work.
The only time we had to seek help, was when I had a serious RTA, shortly after buying my first truck. We were laughed ( that's how it felt) out of the job shop. If it wasn't for my Mum and her brother,my uncle we would have gone hungry. Vowed then, never again.
Bit long winded, I know. But like you, I do get a little passionate about idleness and working the system. I do wonder how genuine,first time unemployed will get on, when the smelly stuff hits the fan. Thank goodness I've retired. Oh! at 71.