In This Age Of Getting What You

Punk Was A Protest Against Work And Against Boredom. It Was A Sign Of Life, A Rant, A Scream, A Rejection Of Bourgeois Morals. But Have Things Improved Since Then? Arguably, They've Got Worse.

We Think We Have To Work Because The Advertising Industry Has Elevated Wants Into Needs. The Newspapers And The Television Batter Us Incessantly With The Latest "must-haves", Whether That's Shoes, Videogames Or Patio Heaters. As A Result, Mums Think They "have" To Work At Tesco In Order To Buy Expensive Trainers.

Computers Tend To Separate Us From Each Other - Mum's On The Laptop, Dad's On The Ipad, Teenagers Are On Facebook, Toddlers Are On The Ds, And So On.

Alongside My "no Email" Policy, I Resolve To Make Better Use Of The Wonderful Royal Mail, And Send Letters And Postcards To People. There Is A Huge Pleasure In Writing A Letter, Putting It In An Envelope And Sticking The Stamp On It. And Huge Pleasure In Receiving Real Letters, Too.

All Poets Are Idlers, Even If All Idlers Are Not Poets.