Dole Days

"Wham! Bam! I am a man! Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not"

Back in the way back, when jobs were optional and the dole was, if not plentiful, then financially tolerable and more importantly readily available.

The days stretched out like an endless road before us. Wake up whenever, go to bed whenever, skip a day, miss a night. Pop round a friends at three in the morning to have a smoke and listen to some Cajun Be-Bop or Ragamuffin Hip Hop.

Wake up at six & head down the seafront to read Ian Fleming novels on the beach, pile over to Brighton in Malc's van or just luxuriate in the sensual company of someone infinitely more interesting than the man at the job centre.

Those were the special days...