04 December 2008
The credit crunch in Putney, London
I was walking through Putney last Friday evening at about 8.00pm on my way to the Railway Inn, a rather decent swill shop. On the very corner of Upper Richmond Road and Putney High Street there stands a Foxton's Estate Agency, an establishment that for some reason has always struck me as representing Blatcherite aspirational values at their most loathsome.
Inside the shop, but clearly visible from the street, a young man was sat behind his computer screen. That at a time, remember, when most men his age should be thinking about the beer that they will pore down their necks and the talent that they hope to pull that Friday evening.
The bloke who was with me gave me a nudge and started to laugh. I did the same and the two of us stood in the street laughing our heads off at some wazzock half our age who was wasting good supping and pulling time.
The little maggot was scared, of course. Scared for his job as everything crashes around him. He looked up and saw us chortling at his discomfort, then he returned to his screen, and didn't say a word.
If he reads this - or any of his ilk pass this way - then the news is that the beer was bladder-filling good and the talent was firm of buttock and heavy of breast.
It is going to be a hard recession for the former middle class.