Don’t forget there are many who are not prepared to hard graft to get their first home. I well remember working anything up to 14 hrs a day (and all weekends) with the main job and a couple of other when that main job day ended. After 18 months, I had or should I say" we had" saved enough money from having nothing to paying for our wedding and buying a house.
Sorry but I have absolutely no sympathy for these people who can’t or won’t get off their backsides. If Sue and I can do it so can everyone else ,and by the way mortgage rates back then were around 15%
So who does the pillorying here?
Who are you so frightened of?
Do you want to join the club?
Not with you…,what club is this?
Aren’t you looking to join the pillory club?
I don’t know what you’re talking about, why would I join a pillory club?
It’s an article ffs, where’s the free speech?
I don’t know - it is with the pillory club?
But jobs were plentiful and houses were much cheaper .
You need a deposit of at least £25k now and how do you save that on zero hours contract and paying rent .
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Omah, you’re beginning to sound real weird.
I still don’t think you’d have been pillioried … besides, you could hide behind me if you had been.
I tend to agree … young uns nowadays seem to have different priorities and expect a higher standard of living so aren’t familiar with the idea of making sacrifices.
It’s the initial deposit that seems to be hampering most of them so perhaps the governments idea of a ‘backed loan’ , at an attractive but realistic rate, is not a bad idea for those who don’t have a rich mum or dad or grandparents to help them onto the ladder.
Muddy it was just as hard back then to get a decent job. I had extra work helping out a pal with car maintenance every evening. So forget this zero hours crap and getting a deposit it is a load of BS. Nothing to stop anyone working abroad to get a good job for a few months to get started.
Houses cheaper? rubbish not on what I was earning £15 a week and houses well the one we got was £7200.and to earn that after expenses nearly half went on living costs of that £15 so please don’t give me that crap.
Sue and I actually managed to save £1500 in 18 months which was no mean feat (1971/2 era) no one helped us we did it on our own
Muddy how many nowaday actually have a DR say don’t work so hard or you will be ill? The amount of weight I lost through grafting worried the DR.
Get out of your head things are harder now than before because they were very hard back then
oh and by the way guzimping was rife and as soon as showing interest in a property up went the price. We only manages to get a house through relatives.
That was the real world not the mamby pamby one now
I lived through that period don’t you know ?
We were refused a mortgage on a house a very modest semi ( £11’000) and we had £1000 deposit which had taken us years to save . The BS man a young AH laughed us out of his office ( I closed our account on the way out )
Houses in the area we lived were not cheap there were certainly no houses for £7200.
Ours was a 2 bed one room downstairs middle of a terrace of 3. kitchen and bathroom at the back.
And lucky to get that. The room downstairs so small you could almost stretch out and touch either side.
No way could we afford a 3 bed semi at the time.
Yes there was actually the nature of my husbands job dictated where we lived as it does for many people
not if they are on zero hours that you mentioned restricting them to a certain area
We were married in 1967 and our first home was a 2 room flat with shared toilet on the stairs in central Aberdeen. We bought it for £750 and stayed there for 2 years and sold it for £900. We bought out present home a new 2 bedroomed semi detached bungalow with oil fired central heating in 1969 for £4,350. We got a £2,500 mortgage which cost us £18 a month, just over a weeks wages for a 5 and a half day week. Interest rates were quite high in them days.
For those who are decrying private landlords and hailing council houses, did any of you see the ITV series, I saw some of them on the ITV News and the ones I saw were all Labour run councils:
For the past six months, ITV News Political Correspondent* Daniel Hewitt has been travelling the country uncovering the shocking conditions being endured by some people and families living in social housing **– homes owned and run by local councils and housing associations.
We had a young family and a three bed although one bed was cot size was what we needed .I thought it was lovely . We just met up with an AH thats all.
See, forget the people, the housing market requires constant stimulation, to keep it buoyant, this may require giving some folks an easier path to ownership, if that is the case, so be it.
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TJ: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, ‘Money doesn’t buy you happiness.’
EI: ‘E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN’. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
TJ: You were lucky to have a ROOM! We used to have to live in a corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin’ in a corridor! Woulda’ been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say ‘house’ it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from our hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
TJ: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TJ: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TJ: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing ‘Hallelujah.’
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that… and they won’t believe ya’.