In William Beveridge’s welfare state that is Great Britain, welfare has taken a hammering over the past five years. And if David Cameron gets his way in the general election on May 7, a further eye watering 12 billion pounds worth of welfare cuts are likely to come down the pike over the next five years.
I’m feeling so lethargic after all those seasonal festivities that I can’t quite find my mojo to write a new post just yet. So how lucky is this? I don’t have to write a new post at all! Here’s one I prepared earlier. Exactly one year ago, in fact. I promise you won’t even spot the join!
To be fair, the Powers that be cunningly judged that, being ever closer to those pesky elections, they’d best lower fare increases to just match inflation but, as real wages have practically ossified, it doesn’t make a blind bit of difference.
Call-me-Dave’s spin-drier could just have told the Romanians and Bulgarians about the price of a commute and our migration figures would be sure to end up in the negative. Continue reading →
The GB housing market is fecked. It has been for – well, for a very long time actually. That’s if it ever worked as intended, of course. You know, people having a home near their work, one which is the right size and shape for its number of occupants. That sort of thing.
I know, I know, does make you laugh, doesn’t it? “Hahaha, don’t be so simple” I can hear you chortle as you read. If only…but this isn’t funny. It isn’t funny at all. In fact, it’s so serious that it will destroy our communities, unless we get a grip. Continue reading →
These thoughts were created with the best intentions. Their purpose was often misconstrued and their teachings used incorrectly. The thoughts lived a short existence as thoughts, burning brightly and quickly. Now they exist only in the world of blog.