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’.