No one’s bothered… You know it man. Them riots, it was just a smash and grab. People are cynical. They ain’t starving. It was a free for all then, like it is now. Each one out for themself. There’s just about enough… maybe that’s the problem. Look around you. People are apolitical. Can’t think outside the box. So long as there’s enough for themselves, their home, they won’t risk it. Cos let’s say you got rid of this lot, some others would take their place. What, you think you can just blow them away? Nah, you can’t change that, it’s deep. Another fucking Miliband or Boris Johnson.
People are focused on their friends and family, innit. Making a better life for themselves. Not everyone gets to have that, yet they believe it like it’s a fucking right. It’s all about how hard you work, they say. So they won’t stand with the next man, cos they’re seeing him as a rival. They ain’t seeing what unites them, cos there’s no feeling that we’re all together. Or that council housing, housing association, fucking… Whatever, public housing, there’s not a vision there of building and maintaining communities already here, that council housing should be the best kind of all. They’re thinking instead of how to get that, how to fuck the next man over.
The only thing you can change is yourself. You’re asking me… that’s what I believe. That’s all you can control.
As you get older, you accept that you’ll amount to fuck all. Accept that you’re just another person on planet Earth. And that’s OK. And I’ve learnt that I much rather be on my own. Drinking a pint in the pub, it’s just easier, hassle free… There’s no expectations. People can’t make you be anything. I’m happier that way. All them geezers you see in there, they’re happy. They can just be, in their own minds, without any shit from people. That’s freedom, that’s meditation.