The Precariat

‘I can see this life for exactly what it is. I can now, anyway. We’re walkin’ a knife edge. One slip, one tiny slip an’ we fall. An’ there’s a fuck of a long way to fall…even for us. An’ we’re kept there…on the knife edge…because they can tell yer which way t’go. Forward or down.’

Fin’s bright. Some would say gifted. But school isn’t going well. While he is busy coping with his mum’s depression and his younger brother’s drug problem, he can feel his future slipping away. The few jobs that ar...