WHY I’M KNACKERED

WHY I’M KNACKERED

Yes, I’m knackered. For several years I’ve been blaming it on middle age, poor blood, lack of vitamins, air pollution, saccharin, obesity, dieting, under arm odour, yellow wax build-up and another dozen maladies that make you wonder if life is really worth living.

I’m knackered because I’m overworked.

 The population of this country is 51 million.

 21 million are retired.

 That leaves 30 million to do the work. 

There are 19 million at school.

That leaves 11 million to do the work.

 2 million are unemployed and 4 million are employed by the government to look after us.

 That leaves 5 million to do the work.

 One million are in the armed forces, which leaves 4 million to do the work.

 3 million are employed by County and Borough Councils to help the government to look after us.

 That leaves one million to do the work. 

There are 620,000 people in hospital and 379,998 in prisons.

 Which leaves 2 people to do the work.

 You and me.

 And you are sitting on your arse reading this.

 No wonder I’m bloody knackered!