STRIKING for better pay and conditions is vital, but walking four miles to get to work is a huge pain in the arse. How is your brain arguing with itself about the strikes?
Unions are important
I believe in unions. I’m a member of one myself, even though I’m a freelance graphic designer and the one I’ve joined appears to do f**k all. So while I’ve had to get up two hours early to try and get a Tube train today, and I’ve got a hangover, I am fully supportive of the RMT.
But walking to work is shit
Oh for f**k’s sake. I’ve got to spend 90 minutes miserably trudging along a road choked with traffic, just because some train drivers who spend all day sitting on their arses anyway want a bit more cash? I could do their job, even though I can’t even drive a car and don’t know one end of a diesel locomotive from another.
Everyone deserves decent working conditions
I want to live in a country where all workers are well-paid and work in decent conditions, whether they’re rail workers, teachers or nurses. Yeah, I understand that I’m living in cloud cuckoo land in this bin fire of a country, but we can dream our crazy dreams of a job that pays enough to have a vaguely normal life.
My weekend is ruined
To compound the bitterness I feel at not getting Glastonbury tickets, I now can’t even take the train to my mate Nathan’s house to sit in his living room all weekend drinking cans of lager, smoking spliffs and watching it on the telly in a lame attempt to recreate the magic. Thanks a lot, you Bolshevik bastards.
Anything that pisses off the government is fine by me
Ultimately, despite the inconvenience, I’m fully behind the strikes. Aside from having solidarity with the workers, it has given us all the opportunity to enjoy Mick Lynch tearing various government ministers a new one, and anything that makes Richard Madeley look like the twat he is is fine by me.