Jobs.  They’re only smashing.  Hey kids, what do you want to be when you grow up. “I wanna be an actress”! “ I want to be a rock star”! I want to be a policeman”!

“I want to be a doctor”!  “I want to cut the grass on that big roundabout outside town’! Okay, so the last one won’t be found in most kid’s dreams, but it’s as important as most other jobs. What would happen if no one cut the grass on the big roundabout? It’d get all overgrown, the grass would spill out onto the road, cars would skid all over the place (you can’t put soccer boots on cars, they won’t fit conventional tyres).   It begs the question, who does all these obscure fuckin jobs? Who leaves the house five mornings a week to put in a nine hour stint  testing the weight resistance of toilet seats ?  Who pays tax on wages earned from installing cat flaps on back doors?  Who’s upped their game at the office, knowing that  a promotion could be imminent, and the chance to graduate from a junior vomit inducer to a senior vomit inducer is too good to pass up? Who is charged with the task of tracking down the dudes ( and it probably is all men) too lazy to rinse out their recyclables before binning?