The year is 1970. It is around the time when a man went into a shop to complain about a parrot, and when there was a Government Ministry of Silly Walks.
"Hello there, I've come for some work."
"Well you've come to the right place sir, this is a Work Shop."
"What sort of work do you have?"
"Well, sir, we have some light secretarial, some tedious paperwork, some spurious form filling, some skilled plumbing, a bit of carpentry, and some medium-grade filing."
"The light secretarial sounds good. I think I'll have some of that. How much do you pay?"
"Pay, sir? I don't understand."
"How much do you pay for the work?"
"I'm afraid you're mistaken sir, we don't pay you, you pay us. This is a Work Shop, you come in and you buy some work."
"Why would I want to buy some work?"
"Well, sir, in the future, when machines meet our every need people will be desperate to do some work…