I’m a few days late with this, but having finally caught up with the endgame of the Jaconellis’ house being siezed by the state, I’m literally shaking with anger. Nothing has made me quite so mad as this in all the years I’ve been following British politics, and compulsory purchase isn’t even new.
The family seems to have signed an exlusive deal with the Currant Bun – fair play to them, they’ll need the cash – so read this, this, and this, and remind yourself that this is Britain in 2011, not some mitteleuropean principality in the 19th century, the Soviet Empire, or a tinpot African banana republic. The land of hope and glory, mother of the free…
A pal said: “It’s shocking it’s come to this. This couple lived in the home-owning democracy.
They thought they did.
“As they battled for a decent compensation figure their neighbours moved into new four-bedroom homes nearby as they were housing association tenants.
“But because Margaret and Jack owned their property they missed out.
“It is a disgrace in this day and age people can be treated like that.”
Indeed it is. Indeed it is.
Immediate Update: Look at those houses they’re going to demolish, by the way. Good, solid, red sandstone tenement blocks, finished in the signature “polished ashlar”; the sort you see all over this city. I live in a rather more upmarket version in the West End (some in my street have servants’ quarters), but a mate has a flat that’s probably identical to the Jaconellis’. They’ll be well over a hundred years old, and still in good repair. How long will the athletes’ village stand? Talk about destruction of wealth…