Chapter 1 (of 7): Danny's got it bad -- his love for female feet.
Upon winning their landslide, British general election victory, the A.F.P. (the Authoritarian Female Party), under the inspired leadership of their very attractive and highly charismatic Prime Minister, Caroline Flint, were certainly not slow in implementing their promised dramatic and innovative measures upon the male welfare benefits claimants of Britain.
These dramatic and innovative measures were the all-female governing Party's -- euphemistically titled -- 'Work Motivation Programme'.
It was to be an all-out purge, and there would be few exceptions to enlistment in the programme -- any males applying to be excused from enlistment on medical grounds, would now have to satisfy the strictest of criteria guidelines to qualify for exemption.
Under the Work Motivation Programme, male benefits claimants would be assigned a 'placement' by their local Job Centre. So as to be made to do ... something, for as long as they continued to claim their welfare benefits handouts.
These males would then remain in their assigned placements (or be transferred to another placement, at the discretion of their local Job Centre), until they removed themselves from the unemployed register by finding gainful employment.
Before the last General Election, there had been a steadily rising tide of resentment and anger, from ordinary, hard-working, salt of the earth citizens. From working people, who faced a weekly financial struggle and juggle just to try and make ends meet. And these solid citizens felt themselves to be the victims of a gross and intolerable social injustice.
These hard-pressed wage earners were becoming increasingly sick and tired of seeing their taxes being frittered away on paying bone-idle, workshy people to stay at home with their feet up in front of the TV, and doing nothing to pay their way. Increasingly sick and tired, of supporting malingerers whose every idle day started with a leisurely lie-in and, who lived rent-free, and who could somehow seemingly afford what were, to many employed people, impossible luxuries such as giant-screen plasma TVs, X-Boxes, and going to the football match on Saturdays, followed by getting falling-down drunk in their local pub and then picking up a take-away meal on their way home.
Many of these taken-for-granted treats and luxuries of the sponging idle, were quite beyond the means of many working people, for whom it was a constant battle just to keep body and soul together.
All over Britain, there were whole families -- sometimes, second or even third generations -- of 'career claimants'. 'Lifestyle' spongers, who sneered at the honest and hard working -- tax paying -- people who, every workday morning were harshly roused by their alarm clocks so that they could drag themselves out of bed to go to their daily, miserable grind ... to pay for the pointless existence of the career claimants -- who, by way of a 'Thank you', laughed derisively at them for doing so.
But now, things were going to change. It was the dawn of a new era. The era of the Authoritarian Female Party.
The A.F.P. Leader, Caroline Flint, who was fully aware of this pervading atmosphere of sharply escalating discontent among the tax paying workforce, had solemnly pledged to the British electorate that, should the Authoritarian Female Party be duly elected to govern Britain, she and her all-female member Party would swiftly bring an end to these appalling shenanigans. Caroline Flint had solemnly pledged, that the Authoritarian Female Party would immediately launch their flagship election manifesto promise -- their Work Motivation Programme.
Prime Minister Caroline Flint had hand-on-heart promised, "A rude awakening" -- that the good life of the workshy, bone-idle, malingering scroungers of the male unemployed would come to an abrupt end. She had promised, that they would soon be getting "Something in the post."