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)

the void

bailiff-scumOver the next few months hundreds of thousands of people face losing their homes due to the Bedroom Tax whilst others will be driven into debts they can never pay by the endless tsunami of cuts to benefits.

Already some companies are salivating at the prospect of dragging families from their homes and stealing the few remaining possessions of those with least. Little more than a privatised police force to protect the profits of bankers and landlords, bailiffs will be just one of the many sectors getting rich on the back of the brutal and shambolic welfare reforms.

In the North West of England, Jacobs Bailiffs, one of the largest firms in the area, are chomping at the bit to get started.  A post on their website details how they have been actively promoting their vile services to make every last penny they can from the misery to come.  Whilst…

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