[Milligan & Antrobus: The Bed Sitting Room]
There is still active discussion in the comments to a much earlier piece about the curious position of the welfare-dependent libertarian.
Just for the record, we have at last taken a lodger (happily a most agreeable gentleman) and, with luck and the forebearance of the notoriously godawful local ‘authority’, should be able to stop claiming council tax benefit entirely.
The office were not at all keen on this idea; they said that they would recalculate but that we definitely should not stop claiming.
My guess is that we will, on the basis of the offer of a very modest subsidy, be expected to continue to accept the intrusive and offensive surveillance of the apparatchiks of the mafiocracy.
Rather a question of what it’s worth, in that case. What would one pay to be free of the repellent busybodying, rude letters and public odium associated with being (a) on a means-tested benefit and (b) so disgustingly white, male, middle-class, previously employed and politically unsympathetic that one would never in a month of Sundays be ‘entitled’ to any part of the sizeable team of lawyers, accountants and social workers which one will find clustered comfortingly around every genuine member of the deserving underclass?
I strongly suspect that we, and Mid-Redneckshire District Council, will shortly find out.
