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Leader: The wealth and poverty of our nation

Social ills that were thought to have been eradicated by modern capitalism are returning. But none of this is inevitable. 

By at least one measure, the United Kingdom has never been better off. GDP is 3.4 per cent above its pre-recession peak, owing to statistical revisions and a year in which the economy grew faster than that of any other G7 country. But rarely has the disparity between the wealth of the nation and the wealth of its citizens been greater.

Social ills that were thought to have been eradicated by modern capitalism are recrudescing. The number of people reliant on food banks to avoid hunger has reached more than a million. There are 60,940 households living in temporary accommodation because of homelessness. And, for the first time, the number of working families living in poverty has outstripped the number of workless and retired ones doing so.

In a 1933 radio debate on the austerity that followed the Great Depression, John Maynard Keynes declared: “Look after unemployment and the Budget will look after itself.” By this, the great economist meant that the government would be wiser to stimulate job creation – and reap the tax receipts that result – than to cut spending in an attempt to reduce debt. Unemployment fell faster in 2014 than any major forecaster expected (from 7.6 per cent to 6.0 per cent) and employment rose to a near-record level of 73 per cent. But the Budget has not looked after itself. The deficit so far this financial year is 6 per cent higher than in 2013-14. Borrowing has failed to fall because work is no longer a guarantee of an adequate standard of living and, therefore, of rising tax revenues.

Rather than the mass unemployment of the 1930s, the UK today faces a crisis of mass underemployment. There are over 1.3 million people working part-time because they cannot find full-time work, with many of the 4.52 million classified as self-employed also lacking the hours they need. In his 1930 essay “Economic Possibilities for Our Grandchildren”, Keynes sought to counter the pessimism of the time by predicting that rising living standards and technological advancements would enable individuals to devote ever less time to their labour. “For the first time since his creation,” he wrote, “man will be faced with his real, his permanent problem – how to use his freedom from pressing economic cares, how to occupy the leisure, which science and compound interest will have won for him, to live wisely and agreeably and well.”

Many are indeed working the short hours that Keynes prophesied but are never free from “pressing economic cares”. Others can meet their needs only by working longer than almost any of their western counterparts. Too many have time for leisure but no money for it, while others have money but no time.

These are some of the defining economic problems confronting Britain. For George Osborne, however, it is the deficit that demands attention above all. The Chancellor has made it his mission, if the Conservatives win the general election, to achieve an overall Budget surplus by the end of the next parliament. He has pledged to do so without further tax rises, including on the wealthiest, a commitment that entails what the Institute for Fiscal Studies has described as “colossal” cuts to public spending. Reductions of this size would shrink the state to its lowest level as a share of GDP since the 1930s, resulting in a profound shift in its duties and responsibilities. The safety net for the poorest would be eroded as welfare benefits were frozen in real terms, offering those on low incomes no protection against inflation. Britain would become a less just and an even more unequal society.

However, there is nothing inevitable about this path. The deficit can be reduced over time through a combination of judicious spending cuts, progressive tax rises and economic growth. Rather than ideologically pursuing a Budget surplus, the state should borrow to invest in pro-growth areas that support lasting prosperity, such as infrastructure, skills, job creation and childcare. It should focus on prevention rather than cure, by switching spending from housing benefit to housebuilding and by incentivising the use of the living wage, rather than subsidising poverty wages. If the short-term costs are higher, so are the long-term savings. To end the avoidable misery of poverty and to create the conditions for human flourishing, Britain must follow this alternative path.

We wish all our readers the very best for 2015. 

This article first appeared in the 19 December 2014 issue of the New Statesman, Christmas Issue 2014

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What David Hockney has to tell us about football

Why the sudden glut of blond footballers? A conversation I had with the artist back in 1966 gave me a clue. . .

In 1966, I went to interview David Hockney at a rather run-down flat in Bayswater, central London. He was 28 and had just won a gold medal at the Royal College of Art.

In his lavatory, I noticed a cut-out photograph from a newspaper of Denis Law scoring a goal. I asked if he was a football fan. He said no, he just liked Denis Law’s thighs.

The sub-editors cut that remark out of the story, to save any gossip or legal problems. In 1966 homosexual activity could still be an offence.

Hockney and a friend had recently been in the United States and had been watching an advert on TV that said “Blondes have more fun”. At two o’clock in the morning, slightly drunk, they both went out, bought some hair dye and became blond. Hockney decided to remain blond from then on, though he has naturally dark hair.

Is it true that blonds have more fun? Lionel Messi presumably thinks so, otherwise why has he greeted this brand-new season with that weird blond hair? We look at his face, his figure, his posture and we know it’s him – then we blink, thinking what the heck, does he realise some joker has been pouring stuff on his head?

He has always been such a staid, old-fashioned-looking lad, never messing around with his hair till now. Neymar, beside him, has gone even blonder, but somehow we expect it of him. He had foony hair even before he left Brazil.

Over here, blonds are popping up all over the shop. Most teams now have a born-again blondie. It must take a fortune for Marouane Fellaini of Man United to brighten up his hair, as he has so much. But it’s already fading. Cheapskate.

Mesut Özil of Arsenal held back, not going the full head, just bits of it, which I suspect is a clue to his wavering, hesitant personality. His colleague Aaron Ramsey has almost the full blond monty. Paul Pogba of Man United has a sort of blond streak, more like a marker pen than a makeover. His colleague Phil Jones has appeared blond, but he seems to have disappeared from the team sheet. Samir Nasri of Man City went startlingly blond, but is on loan to Seville, so we’re not able to enjoy his locks. And Didier Ndong of Sunderland is a striking blond, thanks to gallons of bleach.

Remember the Romanians in the 1998 World Cup? They suddenly appeared blond, every one of them. God, that was brilliant. One of my all-time best World Cup moments, and I was at Wembley in 1966.

So, why do they do it? Well, Hockney was right, in a sense. Not to have more fun – meaning more sex – because top footballers are more than well supplied, but because their normal working lives are on the whole devoid of fun.

They can’t stuff their faces with fast food, drink themselves stupid, stay up all night, take a few silly pills – which is what many of our healthy 25-year-old lads consider a reasonably fun evening. Nor can they spend all their millions on fun hols, such as skiing in the winter, a safari in the spring, or hang-gliding at the weekend. Prem players have to be so boringly sensible these days, or their foreign managers will be screaming at them in their funny foreign accents.

While not on the pitch, or training, which takes up only a few hours a day, the boredom is appalling, endlessly on planes or coaches or in some hotel that could be anywhere.

The only bright spot in the long days is to look in the mirror and think: “Hmm, I wonder what highlights would look like? I’ve done the beard and the tattoos. Now let’s go for blond. Wow, gorgeous.”

They influence each other, being simple souls, so when one dyes his hair, depending on where he is in the macho pecking order, others follow. They put in the day by looking at themselves. Harmless fun. Bless ’em.

But I expect all the faux blonds to have gone by Christmas. Along with Mourinho. I said that to myself the moment he arrived in Manchester, smirking away. Pep will see him off. OK then, let’s say Easter at the latest . . . 

Hunter Davies is a journalist, broadcaster and profilic author perhaps best known for writing about the Beatles. He is an ardent Tottenham fan and writes a regular column on football for the New Statesman.

This article first appeared in the 22 September 2016 issue of the New Statesman, The New Times