Thursday 16 June 2016

The Pitchforks Are Coming

I love being a Chartered Surveyor. It’s so enjoyable in fact, that it’s easy to forget that for many young chaps growing up on the Brighton and Hove border, it’s often the only route out of the ghetto.

But being a Chartered Surveyor, I think, sometimes gives you a perspective on society that other professions perhaps don’t always see. Obviously this is not exclusively true: but most people spend their time mixing with people of more or less their own socio-economic grouping, at home and work.

Lots of jobs come into contact with people across the spectrum, but within specific spheres, and within their own field, and perhaps only one or two groupings: lawyers might deal with criminals, police with drunken Chartered Surveyors etc, but what I mean is this: I see where everyone actually lives, from the poorest in our country, to the very richest. I sometimes survey a slum in London in the morning filled with a dozen migrant workers with no hot water, and in the afternoon survey a £10 million penthouse.

Anyway, what I’ve learnt so far is this: the pitchforks are coming.

From my daily meandering around London’s residential areas, it is clear that the city as a whole is transforming into roughly two parts: vast swathes of dormitory housing for migrant workers (which has replaced the former middle-class suburbs surrounding the core, pushing the former middle class inhabitants outside the M25) and these migrant workers daily service the second part: archipelagos of increasingly elite housing areas.

This process is not yet complete, but the transformation has been extraordinarily swift.

Our society is as unequal as it has been in modern history, and grows more so by the day. There are a higher proportion of people in London in servile jobs (domestic cooks, cleaning the houses of the rich etc) than there were 150 years ago, and the inequality I see every day is just…extraordinary.

Downtown Abbey portrays a socialist utopia that Londoners can now only dream of. An individual’s wealth – and whether or not they have a chance of buying a home – is now pretty much entirely down to their parent’s economic status, as it was a century ago. Some areas of housing in London now would not be unrecognisable to Dickens, and these areas are spreading rapidly. And in contrast, the wealth I see in some areas is mind boggling: pricing-Croesus-out-of-Mayfair type-wealth.

And, speaking as a former Archaeology undergraduate (I applied as it was near the front of the UCAS book) there has never been this level of regressive inequality in history before that hasn’t led to the masses taking up pitchforks, literal or metaphorical – the only alternative paths have been where authoritarian regimes have emerged, and managed to postpone the inevitable (by buying all the pitchforks first. Can you buy a metaphorical pitchfork? I think I’m getting lost in my metaphor’s metaphors).

Why else are the government proposing to collect all of our emails and internet browsing history, if not to pre-empt this dystopia?

At some point people will realise: our economy isn’t a game that is rigged, it isn’t even a game: it’s an activity, where wealth is transferred from the many to the few. And when they realise this, they’ll appreciate that the only option they have left is to go to the few that have the wealth, carrying pointy-objects, and…take all their stuff.

London now is a random group of people, who share nothing non-geographical in common and often don’t even speak the same language, and who live in a society with income and asset inequality not seen for over a century. The rest of the country will be the same soon.

How do you govern that?




Tuesday 7 June 2016

As I Was Going To St Ives, I Met A Man With Seven Houses

St Ives have voted for…well, it was a while ago now, but something to do with banning new builds being sold to people not from St Ives. So no more new builds for St Ives, which will make their local housing crisis worse.

But this is about the least insane thing that has happened recently, in housing terms. I mean, really, where do you start now on deciding what to write about with regards to the housing market?

There’s nothing about it that isn’t completely f***ing batsh*t crazy.

Following the government’s proposal to build a million new houses, new house building has completely collapsed. Like, totally (dude).

Social housing is slowly being completely eliminated by the recent Housing Act and replaced with Starter Homes, which are themselves, as a policy, Alice in Wonderland-level insane.

Pick any bit of legislation regarding housing, at random, and it will be nuts: take, I dunno……..references to housing in the Immigration Act 2014 and the new Right to Rent madness.

Section 21(3) “P is to be treated as having a right to rent in relation to premises (in spite of subsection (2)) if the Secretary of State has granted P permission for the purposes of this Chapter to occupy premises under a residential tenancy agreement”

Now, there is no way in which someone can apply for permission to rent, but permission might be granted by the Secretary of State off their own bat, in certain enigmatic circumstances. So, some people who do not have the right to rent might be granted permission to rent. But they cannot apply for such permission.

Impressive.

Lucky everyone’s distracted by the EU referendum, hey?

I’m actually undecided as to whether we should leave: no one has convinced me that the democratic deficit in the EU can be overcome - or is even planned to be overcome. This trumps most things for me, but I like the idea of peace and love that the EU promises, and I have always wanted to one day claim benefits on the French taxpayer in Gaudeloupe in the Lesser Antillles, and leaving the EU would jeopardise this plan (it’s in the Caribbean, but technically part of the EU you know. I know! Right? Who’s with me on this one…).

Both sides are bananas: some of the people in favour of Leave are starting to become a teensy weensy bit massively racist, but someone from Remain told me recently that parliament is sovereign because even though it’s not, it could be if it wanted to be as we could vote to leave the EU. Presumably, we’re also a republic because, even though we have a Queen, we could vote to get rid of her, ergo we are a Republic. And also, I’m thin! Even though I’m overweight, I could be thin if I lost weight. So I must be thin! Hurrah!

But then, I doubt we’ll leave the EU even if we vote to. I reckon Cameron won’t push the legislation through parliament immediately, he’ll wait two years – by which time he will have negotiated such a disastrous deal, the economy will collapse (it will anyway, it’s just a matter of timing – best to let it happen when you have an excuse) and the original referendum result will be declared null and void, and the EU super state will role on.

Still, Guadeloupe looks great.