Sounds to me Av, that your handle on this stuff is way in advance of mine. Hardly surprising - if I recall correctly, you are involved with IT in your daily work, so data and its uses are clearly closer to your domain than mine. Until a brief while ago, data for me was a guy who worked on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise!
While ministers from the government go around sucking each others d***'s because the IMF has said we might avoid recession this year, and the right wing press is crowing that inflation seems to be slowing down so we can all sleep easy in our beds once more, the truth is that for the majority of the UK public the damage is already done.
I mean, what the fuck difference does it make to the average Joe if inflation is slowing, when the prices of the foodstuffs, the clothing and commodities he used to buy has already moved to a place beyond his means to afford? Deflation is the only thing that will bring him back to the place he was in two years ago, and the government's sure to be working to make sure that
that isn't going to happen. Either deflation or a hefty wage increase, and again the government seems bent on ensuring this doesn't get onto the books.
Besides, none of it, if you read what the IMF actually said, has anything to do with what the government is doing. Falling energy prices is the key factor behind the fall in inflation, together with the easing of supply chain blockages. Stronger wage growth and fiscal support (that means fiat money printed up by the BofE and pushed out into the economy I'm guessing) are also having their effect.
None of which is indicative that the UK is developing its growth potential in any meaningful way in terms of future performance. The facts are that outside investment is tanking, we remain about as popular in terms of attractive qualities as treading on dog-shit, and we have no trade deals in the offing that will serve to change the growth picture in the near future whatsoever. We might avoid catastrophic recession (largely due to external influences), but we have little to offer as a place to do business with or within, and no amount of sugar coating around inflation and recession avoidance will change that.
And look at the futures that huge numbers of people in the country face. They can barely afford the houses they live in. The BofE has hiked interest rates to unprecedented levels with twelve or so rises in a row. There is no sign of these coming down any time soon and people in their tens of thousands face the prospect of their fixed rate mortgages coming to an end just as their mortgage payments are virtually at a point beyond their ability to pay and they are already facing the prospect of repossession shortly down the road. And those in the rental sector are faring no better. Their rents are through the roof as the property owners themselves struggle to meet the mortgage payments on their buy-to-let investments, and attempt to make their tenants pay the cost via huge rental hikes. The effect of this turbulence in the housing market is to raise the threat of an exodus from property ownership as people cut their losses, and a subsequent crash in property values. This often leaves people with debts around their necks even after they have unloaded the properties that were sinking them, because of the negative equity they must shoulder.
And this while carrying the burden of increasing prices due to the extended period of inflation that the BofE admits today, that it's modelling singularly failed to predict.
So no. This is not a time for back-slapping and sighs of relief. This is not a sign of the 'green shoots of recovery'. This is the sludge and the slurry of the aftermath. The place where we settle and carry out damage assessment before concluding that without a government that has some
real ideas about what to do to clear up this mess (and not just run for the hills ala arch brexiteer Dominic Raab, who rather than stay and answer for the devastation his plans have wreaked upon the country, has decided to leave politics for the more comfortable confines of the board room table and the hefty sinecure in return for a couple of hours work a month) we are fucked.
The truth is that we haven't even experienced the full effects of Brexit on our economy yet. The pandemic and the international situation vis a vis Ukraine and the world economy has clouded the picture and skewed the situation beyond any normal measure of understanding. As things settle down on a global scale, then we shall see where our future prospects in the shadow of Brexit truly lie. As other countries gather themselves and begin to return to business as usual, we will finally begin to ascertain exactly where the 'landing zone' of the Johnson withdrawal agreement actually is. Just let me check the map and see where it is situated. Oh yes, here it is down in the bottom corner in a place called......hold on - let me see.....Ah yes, the arse end of nowhere! And Chancellor Hunt wants us to be optimistic? I've got a better name for him - Chancellor...... No. Let that go and settle for a more family friendly Twat!
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Does anyone remember the actor Brian Murphy?
He's the guy who used to play the character George in the series George and Mildred, a popular sitcom from the (what) 1980's.
George was a rather weak character, dominated by his sexualy voracious wife (in a way that only a lady of late maturity, shall we say, can be so) and constantly addressed in tones of contempt (to which he replied in whining complaint) in respect of his failure to 'perform'. A thin, balding man in his late fifties, Murphy played the role to perfection...some might say even
too well.
Like many a sitcom star, his period of ascendancy was brief if bright, and he disappeared from the mainstream television without much attention being given to his absence or regret at his (metaphorical) passing.
So it was with some small pleasure to hear a guy on the radio some decade or so later recounting the following story.
He had, for whatever reason, recently found himself staying overnight at a Travel Lodge or Premier Inn - one of those soulless travel hotels on the peripheries of cities or near airports - on the outskirts of London. He'd been having a quiet drink in the bar when of a sudden, the door blew open and in rolled a gaggle of late middle aged women, in high spirits and laughing mood. In the centre of the group, was none other than Brian Murphy, he of George fame, who was clearly, despite his no longer frequent appearance on UK television, still enjoying the friuts of his celebrity.
He was (despite it's being a decade and a half later and fashions having moved thankfully on) dressed in the standard attire of a seventies celebrity icon - brown bry-nylon suit and shirt with large rounded collar open at the neck- and was clearly entirely happy with his position as cynosure of all those middle-age eyes. The group proceeded to the bar, where Brian held the floor with a stream of anecdotes that had his adoring group of followers in stitches.
And there we must leave him in happy circumstance, and I for one would wish him the best of it. Being George can't have been easy, and I was just pleased that being Brian seemed to have had its compensations in result. The story is mundane, certainly, and not without a degree of pathos, but in the round it's a happy one and leaves one feeling that the world is not such a bad place. So my take is, More power to your elbow Brian. Rock on and thanks for the memories!

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