Many years ago, I was a first year student at Bristol University, living in Badock Hall, a modern hall of residence in a cluster of four small accommodation complexes situated on the edge of the beautiful Durdham Downs, around 30 minutes’ walk from the main university precinct and the magnificent Wills Building.
News that around one third of millennials could still be renting by the time they retire is likely to have triggered a wave of understandable despondency amongst 20 - and 30-somethings, the cohort for whom property ownership may, at the moment, appear a distant dream.
Together with the arrival of small bunches of daffodils, early spring also yields a flurry of government spending reviews, growth forecasts and other estimates of future economic activity, many of which will be ‘amended’ (such a helpful euphemism) before the end of the year.
Were you to bundle them together in a single day’s publication, the week’s assorted headlines would supply you with a ready-made mixture of amusement, anger, happiness, frustration, laughter and a host of other reactions besides.
Apart from offering movie stars another opportunity to sashay along a heavily-guarded red carpet in borrowed frocks and display faux surprise when the winners are announced, Sunday’s Oscars will also provide some celebrities with a global platform for caustic political comment.
It’s not been a great week for social media. First came allegations that (Shock! Horror!) some ‘celebrities’ (telly cooks, catalogue models, daytime TV presenters etc) have been buying large numbers of (non-existent) ‘followers’ in an attempt to show just how popular they are on social media.
Hot on the heels of last week’s column on the need for millennials to start saving on a regular basis came news that the UK’s pension pot, currently worth around £25 billion, is projected to run dry by 2035.
Early morning locker room banter can be very funny – and a little too ripe to repeat here, though frankly, I look forward to the mix of “did you hear the one about the bloke who goes into a bar with his giraffe…”, or listening to the opinions on last night’s match, all rather more forthright than you ever hear on TV.
My wife and I enjoyed Sunday lunch with a couple we’ve known for years recently. They’re great fun. He runs a small building firm; she describes herself as a “home-keeper who specialises in spending the money my husband makes.”