As I was standing by St Paul’s,
A lady grabbed me by the leg,
She said you are a man of luck,
Come into my tent to have some lentil soup.
I like CAPITALISM. There, I said it. In capitals. Granted, I’m not socially disadvantaged, but I work hard, get paid and then buy stuff. I enjoy a large Americano in Starbucks (no, I don’t want milk with it, an Americano is black, peasant), bear no malice towards McDonald’s and have a bank account with Barclay’s. My reason for ‘occupying’ somewhere, is that I want to be there and it makes me happy. Incidentally, has the meaning of ‘occupy’ now changed to mean ‘trespass’?
If I was to ‘occupy’ anywhere in the new sense, it would probably be the local Oxfam shop. The smugness of RBS executives pales into insignificance when compared with the staff in charity shops. And no wonder – Chris Evans autobiography (part 5) for £2.99? An ornament of a plastic reindeer for £2.50? A pair of beige driving gloves £3.00? Legalised robbery. #occupyoxfam. Now.
