Does anybody remember the grotesque Harry Enfield character Loadsamoney? He was a walking, talking satire of the Thatcher era’s obsession with cash. When he first hit our TV screens, he was a plasterer, because they were making cash hand over fist at the time. Then the crash happened in 1987, and what did he become?
A bailiff.
Taking possessions away from people who were unable to stop it had become the growth industry, so that’s what ‘Loadsamoney’ went into.
Now, bailiffs are once again salivating at the chance to get their hands on other people’s property.
I predict that anyone with brains, who’s likely to get a visit from the bailiffs, will already be working out the home addresses of all those who run – or are employed by – local companies, and devising plans about what to do.
After all, what have they got to lose? A British prison is better than the street.
(I’m not condoning this kind of behaviour, mark you – I merely foretell)