No Connection

You would think this is a new dance move, the forecourt attendants running around, jumping up on top of the rubbish bins, with their hands in the air. Whoooa ah Thriller! But no this is us trying connect with the Banks with their extremely high rates just a few litres of fuel at a murderous price.

I think we have lost the connection. This can't be the life that we want, or need. There must be more to this.