One Aspect Of Fast London Life I

In Both Word And Deed, One Of The Greatest Idlers Of All Time Was John Lennon. In His Songs We See Repeated Defences Of Simply Lying Around Doing Nothing.

Punk Was A Protest Against Work And Against Boredom. It Was A Sign Of Life, A Rant, A Scream, A Rejection Of Bourgeois Morals. But Have Things Improved Since Then? Arguably, They've Got Worse.

Management Gurus In General Are, I Think, Best Avoided. All Too Often They Reduce Your Working Life To A List Of Rules To Be Followed. Targets Are Aimed At. Goals Kicked At. You Then Break The Rules Or Forget Them And, Hey Presto, You Start Beating Yourself Up.

Working Is Bad Enough In The Winter, But In The Summer It Can Become Completely Intolerable. Stuck In Airless Offices, Every Fibre Of Our Being Seems To Cry Out For Freedom. We're Reminded Of Being Stuck In Double Maths While The Birds Sing Outside.

Doing Something You Enjoy At Times Of Your Own Choosing And Making A Living From It: Now Tell Me, Is That Work?