The State of the Nation

A lighthearted view of where we are today.

The weekly shop now requires a small bank loan.

Tesco for bread and milk and leave having accidentally financed a Mediterranean yacht.

Heating goes on like a military operation.
“One hour only, Margaret. We’re not made of money.”

Petrol prices rise every time somebody sneezes near a shipping lane most of us couldn’t point to on a globe if David Attenborough himself was helping.

The NHS waiting list is so long your appendix now has a better chance of seeing a doctor than you do.

Young people cannot afford houses.
Parents cannot afford food.
Pensioners cannot afford to die because funerals are apparently platinum-tier experiences now.

Meanwhile the Government — regardless of colour rosette — stares proudly into the middle distance and announces another “bold package of measures” that somehow never includes fixing anything you actually use.