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You're little heart melts to read the story, poor innocent couple, mis-sold a mortgage, poor health and now having to live on benefits, ahhh
Or, pair of idle gormless feckers, too dim to understand how a interest only mortgage works, contracting a make-believe illness and now living off the state for evermore - still at least they're not starving to death by the looks of them.
Which scenario is the more accurate? I leave it too the kind consideration of the forum to decide.
- Topless Jamie Vardy lookalike riding a mobility scooter, loaded with I assume someone else's stuff, down the middle of the road.
- Nicked handbag and contents strewn across a grass verge.
- Three separate incidents of people walking straight in front of moving cars and telling the driver to "fuck off".
- Quad bike riding down the pavement.
- Three shoplifters chased out of Lidl and running away. To cheers.
- A general surrounding misshapen cast of feral fuckwits that looked like a Tommy Robinson rally without the placards.
It's nice to be home and behind a locked door.
They bought their house with the same mentality that the middle classes had when they bought them fifty years back.
They assumed that there would be restrictions on the lending that would somehow save them from themselves.
Different world today I'm afraid.
They played the conventional middle class game, without realising that not only has the game changed. It's been stopped, packaged up and sold on to people whose modus operandi is extracting a lifetimes productivity from others, while leaving them with nothing.
In this case, the banks got ten years out of them.
A loan on a house is actually a liability. It used to be a sign of status.
Lose the means of keeping the banks at bay (a paid job) and it's game over.
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It's not always like that, but I get genuinely estranged and upset when it is. Would be nice if it was like a Mike Leigh cast of characters, but it's not.
I think there's a running slant to this. With running I'm used to always being out and about and having the world kind of to myself. In this prolonged heat every undomesticated prick is outside and I'm stuck sharing my world with them.
100 mile ultra races in the height of summer. Idiocy.
Anyway. Why don't you get any veg with your dinner in most restaurants these days? If they even have them at all, you have to pay extra! £4 or so for a piece of brocolli, a bit of cauliflower and some carrot pieces. Mad!
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Hard to believe that people can function at all, when they have shit for brains.
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