"A lot has happened since we last met...

Well well well...Welcome to Hell
We’ve been busy...We ain’t skived
The golden future has arrived
Don’t complain...Don’t be sad-sacks
We’re all lke, living like, Mad Max
I’m gonna get a machete and beers
‘Cos prison’s rather fun for the first five years
Don’t quote me Marx, I’ve already read it
I bought it with me Universal Credit
I’m just getting what I is owed
I’m The biggest drug dealer in the post code

Creative Looting in Times of Austerity
Creative Looting in Times of Austerity
Creative Looting in Times of Austerity
Creative Looting in Times of Austerity

Clothes...roadkill silks and cottons were strewn West along the shimmering tarmac and the flower headed that way, snatching these things up with hot little whoops that rose sharply from her, and hopping from one foot to the other, assigning the articles gathered there to the battered brown suitcase that she’d produced from a roadside greasewood bush.
She sat down on the battered suitcase, drew a palm across her face
and looked back down the road toward the upturned car.
There was blood in her mouth and she wandered the pulpy gaps there...tongued the shards of unfamiliar teeth.
She studied the car, and it looked like a beetle on its back.
Doors, like dead wings, the front wheels pigeon-toed, glass, diamonding the sand.
Nothing stirred there but an occasional shadow...

Creative Looting?...Put the boot in

Creative Looting in Times of Austerity
Creative Looting in Times of Austerity
Creative Looting in Times of Austerity
Creative Looting in Times of Austerity

If I shank someone on a double decker
It don’t trouble the Chancellor of the Exchequer
I’ve got the front...I’ve got the blarney
Bye-bye Steptoe and Reg Varney
It’s war war war kids...There ain’t no end
Everyone’s gone round the bend
See the footage, the film we’re caught on
You can’t see that from Chipping Norton
Creative Looting...Put the boot in
Creative Looting...Put the boot in"