Post pandemic (whenever that is) there might well be a great many unemployed and, among those, there will certainly be a lot of young people. The government wants to pump two billion into job creation especially targeted at young people. But, is this really good for young people? Whatever happened to a good stint on the dole taking drugs and listening to music? What of the scraping together of a few quid and the early hours drunken talks out in the still air sharing cheap larger or a two litre bottle of White Lightning and your auntie's antidepressants? Should we pushing kids into work when they can be chilling out and staying up all night? Remember the golden times of never having to worry about getting up for work and the wonderful friendships forged over a cadged ciggie and the shared innocent adventures trying to get off with some sweet young woman down the road. What of the great soul searching? The Tuesday afternoons spent stoned out of your mind listening to some borrowed album? The visceral hatred of the government that had put you in that position? The stupid grown ups telling you that "you need a good job if you're ever going to make something of yourself"? Are we going to rob our young people of all those delights? How can they ever become properly politically aware unless they are on the barricades swigging from shared cans of beer and smashing up the system? Can they truly grow as people unless they are lampooning the authority figure of the teacher or the copper? I managed to doge no end of government schemes. Sure, I did a couple of days of YTS or Job Creation schemes but, I was soon off up the road and calling round for a brew and a roll-up at a mates mid morning for a natter. In the seventies the government were forever creating work for us and we were forever dodging it and laughing about it in the pub. Are we seriously going to deprive our young people of the chance to give society a good kicking and become political firebrands or do we expect them to tow the line and get a good job and have kids or make whatever mistakes the majority make? I'm nearly sixty and I've never forget the existential immediacy of dole-queue living: especially when I was a teenager. It was brilliant! No need to get up in the morning. Out all night until everything went totally still and quiet around one in the morning and a strange eeriness fell. There's nothing like that feeling of observing the little town, the quiet street, the still houses and the silent factories. It's a wonderland. It's freedom! Only boy scouts and girl guides or those posh kids who went to the fancy school would be too scared to take a walk on the wild side of life. Sure, they had all the latest albums and you might see them in the pub before they had to go home to daddy and mummy but, they were only playing at it: weekenders, plastic hippies. With this great opportunity for a youth awakening are we really going to condemn them to some vacuous continuum and sentence them to a lifetime of drudgery and ignorance , kids, a mortgage and an early death through a life of meaningless toil? Couldn't we just let them have a bit of fun at our expense? I say "at our expense" but, I have to admit, I never played the game. I have to do now I'm an old fella but, I was a child in the garden for as long as I could be. Sure, young people might lose their jobs but, if their parents are on the dole anyway, it'll bring about a whole new experience before they have to plunge headlong into the banality of existence. Seriously, what intelligent, creative and excited young person is going to want a job if the fates have ripped up the rule book and scattered its pages to the wind?