Hmm. I think we were meant to read the Ant Story with a certain amount of tongue-in-cheek.
There is a certain ring of truth in it though.
Eg: I was brought up in a run-down area of North London. I hated it and worked my ar*se off, did my homework and got an apprenticeship. My school mates thought I was nuts working for such low pay and having to go to night school.
I’m now director of a company and, whilst not rich, I have no money worries, but I’m up every night worrying about my business and my staff.
I have a brother. He was brought up in the same house, same parents and at the same school.
He’s currently in prison for theft.
He’s a drug addict.
He doesn’t work and has always been on the dole.
He has a nice flat (provided by the council).
He has a car but never has tax, insurance or MOT’s.
I work 50-60 hours a week, my brother thinks I’m an idiot working at all.
If I need help from the authorities they won’t give it until my savings are used up and I’ve sold my house. If my brother needs anything he asks and “The Social” gives it to him.
Who’s the ant and who’s the grasshopper?
