Strikes and toilets

I was filled with anger for humanity a lot this week, the main reason was the public sector strike. Deluded morons throwing their toys out of the pram because they are feeling the effects of the country having no money. In my university bubble we were unaffected though, university lecturers (arguably the most intelligent people in the country) decided not to go on strike, being intelligent and well-informed enough to know that they have actually got a good deal, it could be worse and that this kind of strike is incredibly unlikely to achieve anything. Enough about that, I could write about that forever and no one wants that. In short, I respect the right to strike but this was not the time for it.

What really pissed me off was a toilet attendant in a club, they just expect to be paid for handing you a piece of paper to dry your hands. They are just twats who could be easily be replaced by some moderately well assembled plastic. If anything they are unhygienic, clubs are expensive enough as it is without having to pay to was my hands effectively so on my first lavatory trip I used my trousers to dry my hands and on the second abstained from washing my hands at all. You may know they also sell other things, such as a spray of aftershave, condoms and lollipops, preying on the drunk masses. Any vaguely well prepared club-goer will have already have sprayed on a bit of aftershave and have brought along a condom. Even on the off chance they pull and have neglected to bring a condom, the girl will most likely have remembered - that's right ladies, there's a dual responsibility for protection. With all that in mind the only reason for the toilet-men is to sell lollipops at extortionate prices. They all need to fuck off and get a real job, or maybe they are so unskilled that they essentially have to withhold needed commodities to make a bit of money. I hope they hate themselves as much as I hate them. I hope some club managers are reading this, sort those dickheads out! And while I have your attention, stop playing just one verse of the songs I like while playing shit songs all the way through. Over and out.