Aye, Iorek, we didn't get a mention.
Working Poor
Jock wakes up at 5AM to do kitchen prep shift for lunch at the hotel.
He did back shift last night, so he's not had much in the way of sleep.
Diesel's up to £1.28/litre, and for once the news is good: it's no' pishing the rain and the wind is light.
So he gets on his bike and cycles 13 miles rather than drive over in the old banger.
Thankfully, his Polish workmates supply him with cheap baccy, as he's got little else in the way of creature comforts, bless his Jock soul.
He never thinks aboot pensions, savings or insurance, and it's no bad thing, because he'd never be able to afford those on his wage.
He kens Gordo Broon doesnae gie' a toss about folks like him, but luckily, he's got a cheeky sense of humour and just laughs aboot it all because after all, he's nowt but a Jock.