There was Dave and Nicky standing on a street corner selling their new magazine.
THE BIG SOCIETY.
A pound a copy, people were hurrying past trying not to notice their appearance, keeping clear of the dogs, rope tied around their necks as they lay sleeping on an old blanket, the stained clothes, unkempt. “We are trying to get back on our feet” they exclaim, “help us, volunteer, it helps your country”. The dogs move, startled, and snarl at a passerby. “Quiet Ken! you will frighten the people”!
Commuters were embarrassed looking at these ragged down and outs. “We can save you if you help us” they shouted. “You do not understand the situation” The public moved further away, isolating these ruffians. “We will not steal your money” they cried out, “We are trying to make things better”.
But it was as if a magic barrier surounded them. The more they called out the further people moved away. “Our friend Boris found 42 million and Vinny found 27 million” Eye’s stared in amazement. “We got rid of the planes and boats, we will start a bank with 200 million” they shouted. But people just shook their heads. One minute without a penny next with millions of pounds to spend. “You can trust us” Their voices echoed back from the buildings, but men and women hurried on, fear in their eye’s. “Please, Please. Buy Our Big Society”. One of the old dogs snarled and growled, “Quiet Ken”. Nobody trusted these vagrants.