I don’t usually watch the telly, it bores me. However, there has been one exception to the rule these past few weeks. If you haven’t been lucky enough to view Benefits Street on Channel 4 then you’re in for a treat!
I’m used to scrounging around picking up scraps off the floor, anything meaty that gets dropped on the ground is fair game as far as I’m concerned, but these lot, well I can certainly learn a lot from them!
Joking aside, I get confused why most of them are always complaining all the time although it’s not like they have much else to do to keep them occupied. They seem to just lead the same life as me most of the time, lapping up the rays on the sofa although some of them are so so spoilt with the added benefit of having a sofa on the pavement as well to lap up the sunshine, when it’s out that is.
I don’t have to worry about where my next meal comes from, dad sorts that out, although it is a bit annoying when he’s late with it but hey ho, I can’t expect Michelin star service when I ain’t paying a dime can I? It’s the same for these lot but instead of someone sticking the food down for them, they get some money delivered and then they get to choose what they want. Given the choice I do prefer my regime though. Handling money with paws, getting to and from the shops blah blah blah – it’s all a bit too much effort for me!
Although I don’t have a proper job apart from this blog, I can see how the hardworking community of James Turner Street does get upset when the harder working immigrants move in and steal their jobs. After all, a job is like a bone. The bone belongs to the owner, aka me. Even if I don’t chew the bone, it’s still mine isn’t it? Even if I attempt to chew it and am just not that good at chewing it it’s still mine yeah? Even if I just look at it for 8 hours a day 5 days a week and never actually do anything when in its presence, it’s surely still mine? You can’t just give it to another dog can you? Surely?
Catch the next episode of Benefits Street on Monday at 9pm on Channel 4.