THERE is a lot of anger, frustration and hatred out there.

People say we have never been so divided.

Every group has had its fair share of bile and rancour.

Take the young. No, please take the young.

They have no respect for their elders and aimlessly drift through their day with their noses stuck on a mobile phone.

And what about the elderly? They don't work and cost the NHS a fortune.

And don't get me started on the rich. Many don't pay their taxes and need to contribute more to society.

Then there's the loony liberals, the toffee-nosed toffs, dog owners, cat owners, bearded dragon owners, men with moustaches, people who have to have everything yellow and people with an r in their name and so on and so on.

Whatever group you're in someone really hates you. It's on social media.

You may think you look great in those shiny pink boots. But I can assure you, you don't. A person on social media told me.

I am sure if I look hard enough there's a "we hate people who drive around in mauve VWs" club.

And where's all this bitter hostility getting everybody? Precisely nowhere. It's just getting people angrier and angrier.

Frankly, it's wasted aggression when we can all get behind one banner and unite against one group that deserves a panning - and that's the lucky.

Yes, we should all hate lucky people. They make our miserable lives twice as bad.

You can detect lucky people from their nonchalant air. They don't have a care in the world.

Not for them the daily grind of a long hours job. They don't have to count the pennies. They don't suddenly fall down a manhole.

No, they are lucky and what's worse is they don't even realise it. They think everyone's like them. But we're not.

If we see a £50 note in the street, it's blown away by the time we've got to it.

We find slugs in our oven ready chips and our cars break down always in the fast lane of a busy motorway in rush hour for no good reason. Because there isn't one.

While you drive a battered old thing, the lucky person has a brand new £50,000 4X4 with all mod cons.

You ask them how they can afford it and they reply: "Well, I've just won the lottery or a big bet on the horses came in or a great aunt I didn't realise I had just died and left me all this money in her will." Or probably it's all three.

While you haven't had a date in three years, they find the most attractive partner imaginable who is also "extremely beautiful on the inside".

The partner is also a talented artist/model/cook who is incredibly rich and has just got a part in a big Hollywood movie. They also do fantastic charity work and look after their ageing mum and dad, who they've just bought a cottage for by the sea.

And without any discernible talent or skill, lucky people also have great jobs that they can't get sacked from and that allow them to take a five-year sabbatical, no questions asked. Annual pay rises of 20 per cent guaranteed, of course.

And while you look like a scarecrow even after a makeover, they can dive in mud and still look stunning with not a hair out of place.

So don't forget and I need your support on this, let's really make it uncomfortable for lucky people from now on.

Unless, of course, they let us share in their good fortune.....