If people still need it explaining it at this point they probably need to check into supported accomodation.
Are you volunteering to work at your local soup kitchen and serve local businessmen?
Many moons ago back in my student days I used to pop down to my local on a Sunday afternoon for a couple before Sunday dinner.
There was an older guy who like you blamed all the worlds problems on the Tory Party.
Even though it was a staunchly working class pub he was given the name Red Joe by the locals. He wouldn’t have looked out of place in his red cravat down at the local Tory Club. In fact the only thing interesting about him was his rather tasty mistress.
The more he had to drink the more vocal he became picking an argument with anyone who dared disagree with him. The beauty of it was the more angry he became the more he ignored his lovely mistress so I used to sit and practice my chatting up skills with her whist he ranted on about the Evils of Thatcher.
At the time he used to tell everyone in the pub he ran his own company so I could never understand why he was so bitter.
One day I had to go into Manchester and I clocked him in a kiosk working as a car park attendant. I never told anyone in the pub as I didn’t want to humiliate him.
It was a time of high unemployment but he had a job, beautiful mistress, smartly dressed, roof over his head, he was just obsessed with the Tory Party
I am sure It was only a matter of time before his mistress up’ed sticks and moved on as he clearly bored her to death and embarrassed her with his obsession.
You remind me so much of him other than he never used foul language as he was capable of putting a couple of sentences together without swearing,…you could even be his love child.
