Capitalism and VWs

I've realised that I don't have any of what most people would class as proper ambitions. I don't have a particular career in mind (although the list of what I don't want to do is endless; nuclear physicist anyone?), I have no particular desire to be rich or famous or globally acknowledged for my achievements, and I haven't already decided what my kids' names will be like many slightly worrying women my age. In fact, the highest ambition I hold is to buy a split-screen VW campervan, paint it and do it up inside, take it to various hippy beach destinations and live in it. I'd also like to live abroad, ideally in the campervan, but a beach hut/log cabin/teepee would do, as long as I have someone nice to share it with. Unfortunately, it seems I'll need an insanely overpaid job to be able to afford any of these things. And, as you may be beginning to understand, I'm not sure how suited to a corporate environment I am; for a start, I just don't give enough of a shit about money. If I had my way we'd all be haggling and paying with whatever bits of shit we have in our pockets (I believe this is known as TRADING and seemed to be managed much better by ancient civilisations than this banking lark the bloody fools in the City have managed to fuck up so spectacularly).

Also, another thing, what exactly does one do with a degree in English Literature and Dance Studies?! I suppose I could work for Dancing Times; they seemed lovely when I rang up about my subscription. In fact, when I gave my postcode as SW15 the charming man on the other end of the phone said "Oh really darling?? I'm SW14!!!!!". Like we're suddenly geographical soulmates. I wonder though if I'd get the same reaction as I do when I go into Bloch on Drury Lane in search of a leotard - faces that say "But you're a size 10 and have a figure!?! Really, darling, do you suppose you'll fit in anything we supply? Oh crikey, she sounds a bit like a farmer, do you suppose she's even heard of Ninette de Valois?"

No, I think the answer is to accept the fact that I'm going to be a poor churchmouse my whole life and focus on having fun/doing something worthwhile/actually experiencing stuff (possibly in that order...?). I realise that to some people this is the equivalent of being a lazy arse and not bothering to contribute to society, but I don't personally see how me earning £50,000 a year does that. Based on recent observation, it'll just make me a greedy, capitalist parasite who wants an extra £100,000 every Christmas as a reward for... sorry, what, exactly? All you actually need in life are some things that are free anyway.

Air... don't see anyone bottling that and selling it yet (give it time though).
Water... the cavemen didn't buy Evian, they found streams, and they seem to have managed tolerably well.
Passion... comes from within, and you only need to look at the people and places around you to get it.

And you're good. Now who wants to start a new version of the Beach? (But a good one. No sharks or weird leaders.)