i work 36 hours a day and my children still have to eat gravel....

[DuplicitousBitch]

and the fuckers across the road roll around in £50 quid notes watching their big tv and eating convenience food.

we don't even have a house, we have to live in a shelter made out of startrite shoe boxes and empty hummous tubs

You have a stone to make soup with? We just lick the floor

Stone soup? Well it's worth boiling them and extracting the stone juice. I bet the liquid is full of essential minerals.

Well wook that's the sort of middle-class entitlement resented on competitive-poverty threads. Nutritious stone floors indeed!

We counted ourselves lucky to have stones anywhere in the raw-sewage trenches we inhabited.

You've got a floor??? We've haven't even got thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .....

Listen, just because I had to lick the floor doesn't mean I'm well off, it was a miserable experience- marble is cold, believe me!

marble floor?? lucky sod.

The only marble we have is the 1 little one that smokin Jnr plays with all day as his only toy.

as i am on benefits i am looking down on you from the diamond-studded tower i live in whilst i have penis coladas served to me by The Chippendales in golden cups with those litle umbrellas in. My tv-wall eclipses the sun and has every games machine known to man attached to it, the DCs have the same in their own bedrooms. Our car is a stretch Hum-V and we drive around laughing at those who pay the taxes that make our lifestyle possilble, clad head to toe in branded items of sportswear (which is never worn to do sport. we pay other people to do sport). I have fifteen children and none of them with the same father, and all of them are going to follow in my footsteps. I hired Take That to perform at their last birthday party, and then had Madonna as a supporting act - we booked out Wembley Arena for the event. Of course if I worked we'd have to move back into the open drain we used to live in, and pay for the priveledge. No way man, no way.

Eggy the first time I have rofld :)

I'm not actually online - i have a racing pigeon to deliver all my messages which, thankfully, HelenMumsnet types up for me.

I am doing mine telepathically CrackFox. We had to eat the pigeon.

Eggy - Madonna as the supporting act!! Funniest bit......

I feel really sorry for people on benefits if they are reduced to watching Madonna live.

PMSL @ crackfox

I'm watching the blood travel around my veins as my old t.v melted in the sun the other day,it was only a one inch t.v. I'm doing this wearing the cat, I had to sell the old flannel I used to wear

I don't care if you live in a shoebox if you are online you are NOT poor.

um TCF must be a snob, sneering at the simple tastes of The Working Class.

we ate our cat last week...

"i am looking down on you from the diamond-studded tower i live in whilst i have penis coladas served"

saith Eggy

I want a penis colada!

I wish I was a member of The Working Class it sounds bloody brilliant but because I work I am middle class and I have to watch documentaries on BBC 4 about museums on my small television in my shoebox instead of watching Take That at glitzy parties. :(

I hear people on benefits get free cats to eat.

I may be in the gutter but I look down on the likes of people who entertain themselves in this manner.

I was reading the Daily Mail (looking over some unemployed persons shoulder to read it, I can't actually afford a paper) and they said people on benifits have now tired of owning Wii's and X-Boxes and are paying actual working people to dress up as Star Wars characters and ordering them about to kill each other. True Fact.

I have never even had one droplet of a penis colada either :(

It's true TCF, then they record it on their iPhones

Oh hey, I hope we're talking locally sourced roadkill here.