The Telegraph ran a story from Hastings the other day.
My brother used to live in Battle, just up the road and we went out to Hastings for a day thirty years ago.
Even then it was a bit of a dump; not at all what I had expected and I don't suppose it will have improved much since.
The story was about a man called Geoff, not his real name.
Geoff has had one job in his life, working in a cafe when he was a teenager. He didn't like it, said it was too busy and it stressed him out. He didn't like being told what to do, either.
So he went to his GP, got signed off for depression etc, and he hasn't worked since.
Geoff is now 49 years old.
So he's been living on benefits for thirty years.
How is this even possible?
How can you be allowed to just chuck on the sick and stay there because basically, you don't like working? For thirty years?
It is literally incredible.