More pretentious lowlife wankery, this time reading The Paris Review. Something else not to tell the Taxpayers’ Alliance about, people on benefits being able to afford to read. I should stress that my subscription costs just a little over a pound a week, good value as you also get access to the online archive.
Apart from birthday and Christmas presents I buy for friends, I get all my books & CDs on loan from Kensington & Chelsea Libraries. I used to try and go to the Central Library every Saturday and combine it with a trip to the M&S Cafe on Kensington High Street for a jacket potato. Another tale of woe, I couldn’t afford a filling and would have my potato with just butter. Since they cut my benefits I can’t even afford that. There’s not a Greggs or anywhere else to get cheap tea nearby. I have to sit outside the Library with my thermos flask and a banana. I can no longer afford taxis so I have to heave things around in my “old persons” trolley (see below). Who would have thought poverty could be so hilarious?
It took me a long time to choose the “right” pile of rubbish to capture, a combination of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and way too much time on my hands.