I shall watch them starve on television.
Last July, my Mum died. She was good enough not to leave it all to the cats, so I'm spending the next 4 years doing a degree and picking up the odd weekend truck driving.

That WAS the plan. Last November, my ankle collapsed. It's getting operated on at the end of February. If I'm at work by June, I'll be lucky. In fact, if I can ever operate a manual gear change again, I'll be lucky.

The degree's paid for and I can do it as long as I can log on, the mortgage has gone, the car's paid off, MrsScars will never run out of customers unless they gas the elderly.

Do know what the best bit is? Being able to say to my daughter "No, we can't afford that".

No more demands for a new phone every 5 minutes, clothes worn until they wear out rather than go out of fashion, no more holidays abroad (horrible place, much too brightly lit), and a sharp reduction in takeaways. She's lost half a stone already.

All we need is for flares to come back and it'll be just like the 70s!
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Fri 23 Jan 2009, 16:42, 3 replies)

Truck driving
Don't they have automatic trucks now?
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Fri 23 Jan 2009, 16:52, closed)

They do indeed!
But unfortunately they're still not that common. Some of them even need a clutch to move off, which defeats the object a bit.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Fri 23 Jan 2009, 17:33, closed)

I've always said
a good recession is good for knocking some sense into people, kids were growing up with their every whim being panderd to. sorry to hear about your ankle.
(knackerz is skinning up, Mon 26 Jan 2009, 6:26, closed)