- 09 января, 09:00
Forget the parched wasteland that is Brexit Britain in bleak midwinter. Let me take you to a place where the political terrain is so radically different as to be idyllic. In this land, rows of cheap starter homes neatly line the blossoming streets of new garden cities, and no twentysomething frets about getting on to the housing ladder. Not a solitary infant goes to bed hungry. And when you or your loved ones fall ill, a trusty family doctor is on call from 8am to 8pm, all seven days of the week.
Already I hear you rumbling like a famished teen at Nando’s: where is this paradise? Sweden or, at the outside, Singapore? No, my friend: it is the UK in 2020. Or at least, it was supposed to be, because all of those treasures and so many more were promised to arrive by this year by the serious, sober all-powerfuls who run the country.Continue reading...