I know the comparison with a household budget is not always the correct way to look at it, but it is rather like me desperately looking around my house to see what I can sell at a boot sale to pay this month's housekeeping. If I sell my cooker and my fridge, and then have to rent replacements I will pay out more in the long term. Future generations are going to curse us all as they pay huge amounts of PFI on what will be crumbling public buildings, as their children jog indoors on treadmills because our generation sold off the playing fields, as they face a lifetime of moving from rented house to rented house with the uncertainty that entails. Not everything in the golden past was wonderful, but reading Alan Johnson's 2nd part of his biography where as a very young father he was able to pay rent on his council house, put food on the table, and have a pint on a Friday night I wonder where we have gone wrong. No, scratch that comment, I do know where we have gone wrong, and my conscience is clear because I didn't vote for the bloody woman or her government.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic