The cuts reveal what an atomised society we have become. The press is filled with special pleading and identity politics. And then there is the oft repeated line: ‘We’re all in this together.’ A less ladylike person than me would reply, ‘Are we f*ck?’ But then I think ‘How dare you suggest I am in anything with anyone.’ I’m a misanthrope. (aka a misery guts). I walk alone. Thank you very much.
But even the temperature of my usually ice cold heart was lifted briefly when I heard Boris Johnson’s words yesterday (My usual reaction to Boris is ‘oh, isn’t he cute? Don’t you just want to reach out and pinch his ruddy cheeks? Or maybe not.) He has said that he would not accept “Kosovo-style social cleansing” in London. ‘Not on my watch.’ Naturally, I winced at the hyperbole. And then I thought ‘Go Boris, Boris rocks, Boris is the coolest’ (I’d just taken my sleep meds). I awoke this morning to read that up to forty per cent of landlords in our nation’s capital are contemplating lowering their rents to accommodate the changes in housing benefit. Which must have meant that they were grossly overcharging their tenants in the first place. Don’t you just love the law of unintended consequences?