Let's face it a successful career does not necessarily mean a successful life. Or does it? Is work, no matter whether its in the catering trade or the bloody ceramics industry, isn't work just something to pay bills and to sustain you in the life you feel that you deserve? Does working 456 hours a week as a lawyer so you can retire at - oh I don't know 34? - yet have nothing of substance to do in your free time (as all your life youve been deskdroning) somehow make it worthwhile?

So what is the point of a career? Does it make you a better person in terms of what level you're at - does someone in a 'good job' or even a 'trendy job' always make you wish that you'd could bask in their greatness and dream of one day being able to polish that person's shit and then name it after some village in Croatia? And do people in their 40s working in shit leisure industry jobs deserve to be laughed at and have objects covered in harmful acids constantly thrown at them until they do the decent thing and throw themselves under the wheels of a bus? Well?

Perhaps we should all get paid in love or something - who knows.