Regular readers of this blog will have twigged long ago that I don’t have much time for Oink, George Osborne, son of multimillionaire wallpaper designer Sir Peter Osborne of Osborne and Little.
Born with a silver wallpaper paste brush in his hand, Oink learned his economics as treasurer of the Bollinger club, an Oxford University drinking club exclusively for toffs.
Today I saw the 2012 film version of Les Miserables, without a doubt the most passionate tale of forgiveness ever.
You may remember that Walter Mesini reminded me that though he had never seen the musical he had read the book by Victor Hugo. If he could have sat next to me in the cinema I wouldn’t have been the only one sobbing at the film’s emotional charge.
As a sub plot in the film the Thénardiers provide a humorous diversion.
Their grasp of economics is limited to a “what’s in it for me” philosophy.
So Monsieur Thénardier charges two per cent for looking in the mirror twice, and three per cent for sleeping with the window shut.
He knows the price of everything but the value of nothing.
So it is with Chancellor of the Exchequer, George Osborne.
As a result of George’s incompetency there will be empty chairs at empty tables in many businesses in the UK.