You'll start thinking about the range of social inequality and how so much of The World's evils are rooted in a worship of money and that nobody REALLY needs several million quid and even if they did, they still need someone to sweep their streets and fill their pasties and why do these folk have to be on shit all a year
And then you're kinda "but hang on I work and stuff..people should pull their fingers out more" and start to think of your tax quids propping up some incessant baby-shitter and that all this levelling blunts incentive and not everyone's the same
and then you start getting a little shocked at yourself for simplifying it all a bit too much
Then you have a pint of Strongbow, but you smash down a fancy-packaged bag of Tyrell's with it and you feel MORE SPLIT THAN EVER, then you fuck a postbox and call someone's mum a bender. shut up.