To say that I’m unimpressed with the 21st century so far is the understatement of the whole history of time. Personally, I lost my father, I grew a goitre and I made some bad choices. Beyond my tiny life we’ve all had 9/11, almost endless war, more laws and restrictions on personal freedom than the mind can cope with and as if that wasn’t bad enough, modern TV is shite. Talent shows, especially those featuring ‘celebrities’ (Z list ‘reality’ show inadequates) clog up the schedules like fat in a coronary artery and consequently bring the UK nation’s collective intellect to a standstill. However all this is as nothing to what is happening now.
Our lovely, Eton educated, shiny faced government have decided that they will create another housing bubble just like the one that helped to break the UK economy back in 2007. They’re doing this by offering 95% mortgages to people who may or may not be able to afford them. Of course prices will now go up and we will see a return to the practice of ‘gazumping’ where buyers are ‘bumped’ by other interested parties offering more money to vendors. And when the whole thing overheats to breaking point, the housing bubble will burst, and thousands of people will default on their mortgages and lose their homes. But the government don’t give a toss about that. No, this a blatantly populist move to ensure that everyone is happily home owning by the time we reach the next election in 2015. Then the Conservatives will win (hurrah – not) and the rich will then get even more comfortable and, well, rich here in the UK.
But if course it’s all bollocks – except the bit about the rich getting richer which will happen. If this housing bubble is still in force by 2015 everyone will be skint, some of them will be on the streets and a new race of super landlords will own all property except that lived in by the rich. Said landlords will impose very strict regulations on their tenants like not doing anything to annoy anyone ever and absolutely no pets and if you don’t comply the ‘boys’ will come round and break your coccyx. I’ve seen it all before and it will happen again. It may even happen to me – or not. I think I’d really rather sleep with the fishes than go back to the shonky old rat runs I lived in in my youth. Forever worrying about who is coming into your flat to spy on you and possibly threaten to you, is no fun and, these days, there aren’t even any coin meters you can raid to raise the price of a pint of milk.
I don’t like this. It’s cynical, dangerous and will start another cycle of despair for thousands of people. When I was in London last week I could hardly think straight for the sound of mechanical diggers churning up the city to make way for yet more million pound flats that nobody except the elite can afford. We are once again walking like a load of sheep into a disaster led by a bunch of people who don’t give a flying fuck for anybody except their own and who still march to the old tune of ‘a return to Victorian values’ as promulgated by the odious Thatcher. In Victorian times we had things like Work Houses and TB and illiteracy. Well doesn’t THAT sound tempting!
This is Barbara Nadel in the UK losing the will to live. Goodnight and good luck.