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FLIGHT SH123 TO Corfu. Part
Danny Dawson, an eighteen-year-old school
leaver with no job or training to go to upon his leaving education, arrived
at his house having walked home from school for the final time. Danny was
very happy. School was out – for good.
Now, Danny intended to follow the example of his free-riding, lazy-bones
father, and embark upon a lifetime of uninterrupted leisure and pleasure –
at the tax payers' expense.
Immediately upon Danny entering his house, there was an
eruption of loud, fierce-sounding barking and, in its customary expressions
of enthusiastic welcome, Buster, the family's German Shepherd dog, stood up
on its hind legs and began licking Danny's proffered face adoringly. Danny
returned the dog's affection, fondly scratching behind Buster's ears. "Down,
Buster! Down!" yelled Danny delightedly.
Upon entering the living-room and looking at
the TV, Danny was irritated to see that his favourite soap was being delayed
for a few minutes, by a Party political broadcast by the Authoritarian
Prime Minister Caroline Flint was in full
flow. Speaking with her familiar ring of authority, she was assuring the
British electorate that the A.F.P.'s manifesto pledges – in particular,
those pledges with regard to "Sorting out" the country's male unemployed –
were being given priority, fast-tracked, and implemented without delay.
Danny, thinking that none of this mega-boring
political stuff concerned him in the least, paid only scant attention to
what was being said by the Prime Minister.
"... And, Letters of Notification are being
sent out ... put a stop, once and for all, to the shameless, workshy
malingerers ... clamping down, no more idle days ... launching the Work
Motivation Programme ... from now on, claimants will be assigned to
placements ..." the Prime Minister was announcing ominously.
Danny noticed that his dad – normally of a
very cheerful disposition, despite his being on Incapacity Benefit for the
last fifteen years with 'depression' – had in his hand a letter from the
local Job Centre.
Danny's dad was glowering at the TV like a
bull glaring at a waving red rag, as he tried to come to terms with the
awful enormity of this hideous new reality, as was outlined in his letter.
And, as was being so disturbingly described, by Prime Minister Caroline
Flint, leader of the Authoritarian Female Party.
"Hiya Dad! What's up?" asked Danny, at seeing
his dad's uncharacteristic, down-in-the-dumps demeanour.
Pointing an accusatory finger at the TV,
Danny's dad replied morosely, "It's that ruddy bunch of bitches, isn't it –
the ruddy A.F.P. We've got enough authoritarian females in our lives as it
is, our Danny, with your mother and your two sisters!"
"Oi! I heard that!" came Mum's tart
rejoinder, from the kitchen where she was getting the family's evening meal
"What's the letter from the Job Centre about,
Dad?" asked Danny, still unconcerned, with political matters – still not
getting it, that big changes were coming. Changes, that would affect him
"It's a Letter of Notification from the Job
Centre. That's what it is," said Danny's dad peevishly.
"I've been instructed to report to the
Community Service Liaison Officer, on Monday morning. In their words: to be
assigned to a 'placement'.
"From now on, it makes no odds that I'm
depressed. They say I'm not physically disabled, and so from now on I've got
to earn my Incapacity Benefits payments. And, if I don't turn up to my
placement, or if I don't do the duties that I'm assigned to satisfactorily,
my welfare benefits payments will be stopped, with immediate effect."
"You've got a Letter of Notification from the
Job Centre too, our Danny," sniped Danny's twenty-one-year-old sister,
Elaine, and with a malicious gleam in her eye, as she twirled a tendril of
her dirty-blonde hair around her index finger.
Danny recognised this hair twirling trait of
Elaine's, and he was immediately put on his guard.
Danny knew from experience that, under the
protection of their big sister Melanie, Elaine was trying to provoke him
into a rash reaction. Which would inevitably result in Melanie pinioning
Danny's arms behind his back, and letting Elaine bring him to heel (their
favourite term, with regard to administering summary chastisement to their
pesky younger brother), by giving Danny what was colloquially known as 'a
Not that Elaine wasn't more than capable of
punching above her weight in a fair fight, when it came to laying down the
law with her disrespectful younger brother. With her hurtful words and her
painful slaps, she was more than his match, and could reduce Danny to tears
It was just that Elaine revelled in having
Danny rendered helpless; totally unable to defend himself from her. So that,
unhindered, and with Melanie's active encouragement, and able to take her
own, sweet time, she could "Teach him a lesson."
Elaine could then, with her cruel, scornful
tongue and her vicious, punishing hands, properly and efficiently give Danny
'a good slap'. Slap, after stinging slap.
And, with impunity.
For Melanie was Elaine's insurance policy.
Providing Elaine with comprehensive, 5 Star cover against any possible
come-back from Danny.
But, before Danny could foolishly respond to
Elaine's snide, goading remark, his other sister – and the eldest of the
three siblings, twenty-three-year-old, dark-haired, and heavily pregnant,
Melanie – only too pleased to be the bearer of Danny's bad tidings,
gleefully handed over to Danny his Letter of Notification from the local Job
"You thought you were going to have a lifetime of sheer idleness at the
taxpayers' expense – just like Dad – didn't you, our Danny?" sneered
Melanie. "Well, think again – dipstick! Read that letter. Read it, and
weep!" gloated Melanie.
Well, that's rich, coming from our Melanie! thought Danny sourly.
Melanie: who had, herself, on purpose and purposefully, got pregnant on a
one-night-stand so as to be able to claim a rent-free council house when her
baby arrived. This being the long established tactic of women of her ilk for
maintaining a work-free, all-expenses-paid lifestyle. More importantly: a
Single, lifestyle. Melanie didn't want a husband – who needed a man, doing
nothing but squandering all the house-keeping money on beer and betting? Oh
no. Melanie wanted to be the one holding the purse strings. The only one.
And, when she wanted the ... attentions, of a man ... well, she was
attractive enough not to have any problems in that department. Melanie could
go 'on the pull', and have 'a good shag' anytime – as the crude colloquial
Danny, at seeing that his letter from the Job
Centre had been opened, yelled peevishly, "Bitch! You've opened my mail!
Dad, our Melanie's opened my mail! She's been reading my letter! The nosy
fat cow, she's—"
In an instant; her state of advanced
pregnancy apparently of little impediment to her agility, Melanie had firm
hold of Danny's right ear. Melanie effortlessly hauled the now cringing
Danny from his chair, lifting him until he was standing on the very tips of
his toes; her fingernails digging into his tender flesh painfully.
"Shut it, cretin!" snarled Danny's big sister
menacingly. "Don't you dare speak to me like that, you little whippersnapper
– unless you want a ruddy good slap!"
"Steady on, our Mel! You've got a bun in the
oven! You shouldn't be exerting yourself like this!" advised Danny
facetiously, in trying to save face.
"Go on, our Mel!" encouraged Elaine. "Give
the cheeky little sod a ruddy good slap. I would, and no mistake! I'd teach
the little pipsqueak a lesson. Go on, our Mel – make him cry!" urged Elaine
maliciously. "He ruddy well deserves it!"
This sort of thing was an all-too-familiar
scene, in the Dawson household – and in most households, come to that, in
those rough and tough suburbs of Manchester. Anti-social behaviour, a way of
Elaine – another ruddy hypocrite, thought
Elaine: who had been talking, lately, of
emulating the grasping example of her free-loading older sister, and getting
in the 'family way'. So that she also could hop aboard the welfare benefits
gravy train. So that she also could apply for a rent-free council house when
her baby arrived – plus all of the many other associated welfare benefits
attendant to that particularly lucrative claim. The welfare benefits gravy
train was waiting for Elaine at Platform 1, and she was going to get herself
a First-Class ticket for the ride.
Elaine's eyes gleamed in gratification, as
she saw a tear leak from Danny's left eye as a result of Melanie's painful
and humiliating chastisement of him – especially humiliating to Danny, as it
was being done right in front of Elaine.
As she watched this splendid entertainment,
Elaine had her right leg crossed over her left knee, and she was causing her
right flip flop to repeatedly slap-slap-slap against the bottom of her bare
heel. Elaine was doing her ... 'thing'. This attracted Danny's eye – as it
always did. He couldn't help himself: whatever else he thought of Elaine,
Danny thought she was a champion flip flop dangler and manipulator. The way
Elaine could ... oh, he couldn't put it into words. And, despite himself, he
had to admit that she had great feet, too ... feet, that he secretly yearned
to worship. Danny knew that Elaine must never make that discovery. If she
"Ha ha ha ha!" laughed Mum from the kitchen,
who had been listening to and enjoying these boisterous exchanges and, who
always loved it when the 'Sisterhood' came down on Danny like a ton of
falling female footwear. The women wore the pants in this house – and there
were no two ways about that.
And, just as the females ruled the Dawson
household, females were now ruling the whole country.
Eventually Dad spoke up, albeit in a
conciliatory tone, to his eldest daughter. "All right, Princess, that's
enough," Dad said mildly.
To his son, Dad said, "Danny, show more
respect to your sisters – you'll be a lot better off in the long-run, you'll
see. Now, sit down and read your letter from the Job Centre – it's important
– before we all sit down to our tea."
"Okay, Dad," said Danny, still rubbing his
sore ear as he sat down – and defiantly and impudently sticking his tongue
out at Melanie ... for which, quick as a flash, Elaine reached across with
her right flip flop and slapped Danny in the crotch.
Danny just never seemed to learn ... Anyone
would think that he actually enjoyed being chastised by his two sisters.
That he actually enjoyed, being put in his place.
Danny Dawson's Letter of Notification from
his local Job Centre, read as follows:
Dear Mr. Dawson,
as you have no job or training to go to
immediately upon your leaving education, your local Job Centre has,
therefore, under the government's new Work Motivation Programme, assigned
you to a placement.
The official title of the placement that your
local Job Centre has assigned you to, is that of an 'Air Purification
No formal qualifications are required for
your placement, as full, on-the-job training will be given.
You will remain in your allocated placement
(or placements, as might be directed, at the discretion of your local Job
Centre), until such a time as you remove yourself from the register of
unemployed, by finding gainful employment.
You are hereby advised, that the instructions
as set out in this Letter of Notification are mandatory, and are as follows:
Should you either:
1 – Be repeatedly late (more than once, in
any given week, or more than twice, in any given month).
2 – Fail to report to your placement without
a covering note; either from your doctor, or a placement supervisor. Or fail
to phone in, giving at least 2 hours notice, reporting that you are going to
3 – Fail to perform the duties of your
assigned placement to the satisfaction of your supervisors ... your
Unemployment Benefit payments will be stopped – with immediate effect.
Your placement will be based at Manchester
Airport – Terminal 2.
Always bring your passport with you. Our
records show that you have a currently valid passport, which will be updated
for you should that become necessary: in the event that you have still not
removed yourself from the register of unemployed, by finding gainful
employment, at the date of your passport's expiration.
At 06:00 on the Monday following your leaving
education, you will report to the 'Sunshine Holidays' Information Desk, at
Manchester Airport – Terminal 2 Departures. You will be met by a
representative of Sunshine Holidays, who will take charge of you, and
conduct you to your placement.
Please note: Placements are a strategic
initiative of the Authoritarian Female Party government. Under the Work
Motivation Programme, placements are intended as corrective measures,
specifically designed to motivate welfare benefits claimants into gainful
Angela Cross – Job Centre Supervisor.
Danny Dawson, eighteen-year-old school leaver
with no job or training to go to upon his leaving education, and
second-generation (would-be) 'career claimant', upon finishing reading his
Letter of Notification from his local Job Centre, looked up – his face
bleak; almost chalk-white from shock – and said, "An ... an 'Air
Purification Technician? What the ...? Aw, bollocks! Ruddy bollocks!!"
Elaine and Melanie, and Danny's mum, who had
come in from the kitchen – ostensibly, to announce that tea was nearly
ready, but, really, to watch her son's reaction to his Letter of
Notification – started laughing, and laughing.
Then Danny, upon his suddenly realising that
he would actually have to get out of bed at 5 a.m. on Monday morning, to
report to his ruddy so-called placement, looked at the TV again.
Danny looked at Caroline Flint, Prime
Minister and leader of the Authoritarian Female Party. And, Danny listened
to her, taking more notice of her words now than he had ever taken before,
until she concluded the A.F.P.'s Party political broadcast.
then, at last, Danny understood that Caroline Flint was a driven woman: a
woman on a mission. And that she was a woman to be reckoned with. She was a
woman to respect – a woman to fear. Now, at last, Danny began to understand
Danny Dawson, at receiving "Something in the
post," and so suddenly finding himself saddled with a so-called ruddy
'placement', instead of embarking upon a lifetime of leisure and pleasure at
the taxpayers' expense, disgustedly echoed the sentiments of his equally
"That ruddy bunch of bitches!"
Elaine and Melanie and Danny's mum, just
laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
Well, they couldn't help it. It was the
funniest thing that had happened in the Dawson household for ages! The sight
of Dad's and Danny's glum, crestfallen, disbelieving faces – it was too
much! Even Buster joined in the fun with his barking.
And Danny was so knocked out of kilter by his
Letter of Notification, to the extent that he quite forgot about the special
ones – his white-socked, absentmindedly shoe-playing female classmates. The
ones who had, today, unwittingly exercised their enthralling powers over
him, with their exciting, captivating, under-the-seat displays.
Danny quite forgot, about duly reporting to
his bedroom, and making his reverent, ritualistic 'devotions'.
Quite forgot, about lying on his bed, and
pulling his penis, in worship. In worship, of his Goddesses.
Quite forgot, about replaying in his mind the
exciting, under-the-seat scenes of the day – his 'sightings' – as he duly
paid his respects, and made his solemn, sacred 'sacrifice' to his Goddesses.
Quite forgot, about spilling his seed, in
For, the very thought of it had quite gone from Danny's mind.
once, he just wasn't in the mood.
Flight SH 123 to Corfu continues in Ch. 3 (of
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