Ken Loach

Have you ever felt lonely in the middle of a crowd?  As our world gets more populated and the land recedes into the ocean, we all find ourselves jostling for space and recognition. 

For the English papers, they have long been a reliable bogeyman. They call them Scroungers, Welfies, Benefit Boozers, Sick Note Cheats and a dozen other colorful monikers. These are the supposed army of layabouts who spend their government check at the pub, the whole time having a good laugh at the working stiff suckers who toil away to provide their lifestyle. Tales of their alleged excesses seem to fill every other inch of Rupert Murdoch's sundry tabloids.