Money has been in my thoughts a lot lately because it has been in desperately short supply. New Job hasn’t reached first pay day yet but already I am far less concerned about money. There’s some coming, that’s all I need to know. Not very much, but enough.
It’s interesting that everything is seen in terms of money now. If you get ill, you cost the NHS money. Well, we’re the ones who paid in to fund the NHS through a Ponzi scheme called ‘national insurance’. We paid all that money so we could get medical help if we get sick. If you get sick by a non-approved method, they don’t want to treat you but they also won’t give you the money back. That is a protection racket.
To the NHS, saving money is more important than saving you. Arrive at hospital sick and old and they will kill you off to save money. You’re too old to work so you won’t be providing them with any more free cash so they don’t want to keep you.
The cost of wars is measured in cash rather than corpses. Deviate in any way from the prescribed lifestyle and you will cost the economy money. Turn up in court penniless and you’ll get a slap on the wrist. Turn up for the same crime with a fat bank balance and they’ll bankrupt you. The punishment does not fit the crime. It fits the perpetrator’s ability to pay.
Whenever there’s any kind of natural disaster, the money cost comes way above the homes and lives lost.
When I started in science, we were chasing knowledge. If we couldn’t get any funding bodies interested in a particular project we would try to do it using recycled equipment and whatever we could get for free or for little cost. I used to check out the scrap piles at one place I worked and I am still using resprayed retort stands and repaired stirrers I rescued from there. By the time I was made redundant in 2005, such backroom activities had been quashed. Full economic costings for all projects and make sure they make a profit. We were no longer seeking funding for projects. The funding was the end-point.
It’s not just ‘authorities’. Everyday people think they have to have massive amounts of money just to live. You don’t have to shop at Harrod’s when you can get pretty much everything essential at the pound shop.
Local pound shop is great. I like ‘wakey water’ in the mornings rather than coffee. Red Bull is over a pound a tin. The pound shop has a clone product which is just as full of caffeine and tastes the same – four for a pound.
Pound shop also has those old tinned pies I remember from my youth. I thought they had gone forever. You cut off the lid and put the whole thing in the oven. I bought one to see if they were as awful as I remembered and they were exactly the same! Steak and kidney puddings are two for a pound. Little pork pies, four for a pound. Go in there with thirty quid and you won’t be able to carry your shopping home.
Go in Harrod’s with thirty quid and you might get a cup of coffee.
Look at this quote -
Three out of ten said money was more important to them than their friends, while 28 per cent named it as more of a priority to them than spending time with their family.
Thirty percent of people in this country put money above family and friends. Does anyone else find that horrifying? The quote comes from an article claiming that people need £1,700 a month just to survive.
Rubbish. If I can raise £1000 a month I’m comfortable. At that level I can afford decent malt whiskies without worrying, and all my monthly bills will be paid, and there’d be a trickle going into the reserve fund. More than that and I’m rich (and probably drunk most of the time) but still, the only real difference would be more malt whisky and more going into reserve.
I can survive on a hell of a lot less, and have. For the past few months I’ve covered the bills and fed myself, had some whisky although only cheap but decent blends, and only dipped mildly into overdraft when bills arrived before income. Credit card is out of action, I won’t use it when I don’t have the means to pay it back because I landed in deep trouble with that sort of thing many years ago. So I never did drop to survive-only levels because I could still get my tobacco and booze. I even managed to start rebuilding the railway in OO, and that is definitely frivolous spending.
As I already stated, finances are on the road to recovery and when the bills are covered I don’t think about money. I am not interested in Savile Row suits or fancy cars or posh interior nonsense decorations or keeping up with the neighbours or any of that stuff. As far as I am concerned I am streets ahead of the neighbours because I have several bows and know how to use them, so when the shit hits the fan and they are trying to save their precious glass ornaments from the mob, I’ll be making kebabs out of mob members. One bow , at least, will easily penetrate a car door. I tested it in the garage and it went through the straw target, the plywood behind that, the pallet holding it all up and the garage door. Good thing I bought one of those rubber grips for pulling arrows out or it would still be there.
My one concession to peer pressure is that my furnishings are not orange boxes and tea chests. Not much of it is new though. It’s amazing what people throw away, when all it needs is a good clean or a new coat of varnish.
Socialising with friends is the first thing to be sacrificed for a quarter of people when money is tight.
Socialising with friends does not need to cost much, if anything. For a three-man Smoky-Drinky, we can get a bottle of high-end malt if we put in a tenner each, if times are hard we can get Teacher’s or Grant’s for less than a fiver each. Sometimes we opt for two bottles of blend rather than one malt. Bigger smoky-drinkies need more bottles but the cost per person is the same. Socialising does not need to involve visiting expensive places. Sometimes it’s just a coffee and a chat. If your friends are only impressed by how much you spend, they aren’t friends.
Sure, some people want yachts and Lear jets and Bentleys and good luck to them. They can work for them and buy them and that’s just fine and dandy. I don’t want those things but I don’t begrudge them to anyone else. If you want to live in a mansion and you’re prepared to put in the work and pay all the taxes involved, good luck to you. Just don’t end up living there friendless and alone. There’s no point having a long dining table and a ballroom if nobody but parasites ever visit you.
As for me, I don’t want any of it. I’d rather have friends than money.