h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Thursday morning the sun was shining, work started at 1:30pm and I was waiting for the gas man. I could have sat out in the sun but decided to do the housework first, being the respectable hard working citizen that I am. (Also guilt-ridden, selfless, load-bearing individual - also known as 'woman' - that feels I am being lazy if I actually manage to sit down for more than 10 minutes in a day).

I digress. Just after 10 I spot a man walking down the street, top off, soaking up the sun, swigging from a can of stella. And, as I stood slaving over my basket of ironing and contemplating the 9 hour shift ahead of me at 2 separate jobs I though... wouldn't it be nice to be rich enough to drink all the day with not a care in the world but when the next giro arrives.

But then I also thought... lazy, no job, scroungy, frigger.

He might have:

a) had a week off
b) just finished a night shift
c) been a newspaper columnist doing a bit of 'research'.

You never know.

Or he could have just come from the crack house at the top of the road. It all depends where you live.

There was a touch of the optimistic devil's advocate in my reply - I live in one of the crackier/smackier parts of Camden.

Love a bit of optimism me.

Must be having a bad day

If it helps any, I'm currently drinking a Stella but I've got a proper job and everything. Then again, it's not a weekday morning.