Its hard sometimes to find something good.

Lest say your 60 got a bad case of this and that and basically disabled, through absolutely no fault of your own. Now lets say your a person who has just lost your long term partner. Now lets say your already paying the bedroom tax and you have had your sickness benefit turned into ESA. You have no savings (you spent all of those on food, rent and gas) and you have no dependents or people who will look after you as you deteriorate into old age.

So, you apply for Personal Independence Payments and get told that that will take the now privatised civil service six months to process. In the meantime your using wonga loans and food banks to survive. Plus, your lonely feel sad and not in the best of health. Still must'nt grumble eh!

Now imagine your marginalised by society for being old, ironic considering that same society will be old itself soon enough, and the health service you paid into all your life is crumbling at the seams because this overcrowded little island cant say no to economic migrants intent on a bit of free health care. Leaving you at the back of the cue to see a Doctor if you can get one.

How would you feel. Well, get used to it because one day you probably will be facing a situation even worse.

 Point is that unless we, that is all of us, start to take and interest in the other people around us then as a society we simply cease to be. Society implies being sociable, try it next time you see someone in need, or the person next door is sick. You never know we may get the hang of it and it could catch on. Wouldnt that be nice. There is no other way, because the Government sure as hell are not going to improve things.. Far from it, they have not even started on the austerity package they have tucked away.

Now I am no pulpit banging church goer, but I know a good man when I see one and Pope Francis has been daring to have yet another go at the utter stupidity of mankind and its hell bent drive into conflict. Its a shame no one listens, but the converted. Same with the Arch Bish of Cant.Bless him, he goes on about the terrors of a free market global economy and how the rich get richer and the poor get bloody poorer and he should know he was a city trader before seeing the light But, is anyone listening. Nope

We are a selfish breed and few listen and most have to experience a dollop of being poor before they "get it".

My ex runs a charity for kids with brain injuries and you would think that easy to generate funds for. No way, she has to adapt to the world the way it is and most of the money she manages to use for the children comes from shit head lawyers who chase ambulances. I guess in a way she is a poacher turned game keeper and in other ways a clever Robyn Hood. She takes from the rich by making them richer and gives the surplus to those in need. Tis a strange world when the Government we choose to look after us cannot look after the poor, the sick and those in need. So, what do they do???

Phones really area large pain in the arse... Every where one goes people are on the bloody things. Now you can have a virtual life on your hand top device and escape reality altogether. There is not a thing you cannot do with an Ap downloaded you could peel spuds or divert floods im sure. But, it cant get you a life.

Case in point a young girl I know very well (name with held for good reason) could not get a boy friend to save her life. Now she is a very good catch, funny, bright, affectionate, considerate, good cook and very pretty but it seems unable to find someone with a pulse and the ability to string a sentence together and have a conversation. She has to go on line and the nearest match lives 100 miles away... dear me, it seems our pursuit of the ultimate in communications has robbed us of the simpler way of face to face speech. how crazy to think one has to go 100 miles to find someone. I much prefer the old way of just meeting folk.

Without doubt the funniest thing I have seen for a while along these lines was a couple of months ago. I was in a dentists waiting room with about 20 other people. All were earnestly looking at there hands and the device therein. Not a word was spoken until a lady of about my age walked in, took one look around her, saw me and wondered over. She said "can I sit next to you, that lot scare me". We just chatted about this and that for the time it took to be called forward. It only struck me later how lucky I was. For I had met someone and simply chatted for a bit and the others had not and probably would not ever get to do that simple thing. They are, if you will, condemned to a life inside there own little bubble. They will never appreciate just what it is to be blessed with a normal upbringing free from bloody phones and be able to simply chat..

Have a phone free day sometime and see if you survive. If not worry!!!