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Its not about what you know in the UK, its about who you know; its about the reputation of the individual and the reputation of the parent of that individual. The skill set, knowledge, compassion and hard work will not open doors, unless you have the right connections. These connections are not made in groups any more. They are made by the individual's parent's, or, at university, where even work is found for them.
This is why we have the privately educated running the house of commons, and why these same people will become members of the house of Lords. They might not have the secondary education, that is needed, but they have the finances to afford the university education mapped out for them, thus giving them all they need for their role in life.
They have neither a need or a care for a need for a person at the bottom of the food chain, why should they, they follow their belief's , to the bitter end, and most of them will end up writing for the Observer or the Times in long lines of well constructed prose, pointing out, if they were younger, they'd do things differently: which in all honesty, they wouldn't do, because, if they were honest, they would have to accept that given the same circumstances, they would do the same as their father, and their father before them.
This is the UK, this is how this country works, this is how you get a job: This is what keeps the system flowing.
The first job I had was on a YTS scheme for a company once called Ciba Geigy; they have been bought out by a bigger company now. I was employed as a "Trainee" with the promise of work, so I worked, and worked, and I had a few beers too. But I realized one thing: most of the people there were related to one another creating a "family" atmosphere. and if you were not part of that family, you never would fit in. The same is said of my job as a nurse in a hospital -after working in bleach tablet factories and in Tesco. If your face does not fit, if you don't behave the way that is expected by management, if you have a medical condition if you question the authorities and point out their moral faults, then the door will be shown to you.
It doesn't matter who runs the sham, what matters is conforming to the sham and making the sham feel that it matters; this keeps the wheels turning and keeps the whole shitty system from crumbing to the fucking floor; and once you do what is expected, then and only then will you get the job, that pays the wage to keep you off the streets.
This is not a world I want to be a part of. Its not honest, its not even democratic. Its unfair bias and amoral. Its a sad sick society that has no room for helping the impoverished achieve, its a society based upon the pound in your pocket against the family that matters, its about a stock market that needs to be bolstered and a corporate machine that seems to enjoy wielding unholy power and influence over the lives of the common individual, its not about art, or belief. Its about conforming, accepting, bowing down to suck the greedy cocks of brainless money jocks that have their own show's on the BBC, who relentlessly point out who they are and why they are right and why they will always be right, and being anything -other than right- is tantamount to a prison sentence.
So lets wave the union jacks and sing Jerusalem and point out that there is nothing like living in Britain and drink our Pimms on our village greens and drive our 4X4's to school, before slipping off for our comfortable affair with our boyfriends, before going to the office spout more crap about broken computer systems, before going home to the wife who smiles drunkenly over her fifth glass of chardonnay. Let's pretend that the world outside does not exist, that the homeless are not on the rise on the streets, that there is no hope for the low income families, because the mortgage, the thankless job and the boyfriend are more important than trying to make a difference and because living a lie is easier than facing the truth. The truth of a system that is broken, and the only way to fix it is to go to war and kill each other.
This is our world, this is what we have made... who runs it is neither here nor there. But its up to us to change it.
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