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Leaving For A Nice Semi in Costa
Rica
By LAUREN BOOTH, Daily Mail
Tomorrow, a family friend is
leaving the UK to 'make a new
start' abroad. Packing boxes at
her rented flat in Liverpool,
she told me her plans. 'Well,
we'll go to Costa Rica first.
Then maybe on to Canada.'
'Costa Rica?' I asked. 'Why
Costa Rica?' She replied: 'Well,
I don't have any pension and I
can't afford to buy anywhere
decent round here. But I've
looked on the net and you can
still get a nice property over
there that's really cheap.'
Catching my worried look she
added: 'And it's pretty stable
for Central America.'
She and her bright teenage
daughter are leaving friends and
family behind not necessarily
because they have found a better
place than England in which to
live.
They are going because of the
cost of buying a home in
Lancashire.
Meanwhile, UK mortgage debt has
just topped the trillion-pound
mark.
The banks are pretty chipper at
the fact that two-thirds of us
are willing to pay around £800 a
month until 2020 (most of it in
interest) for the right to say
we 'own' a house.
Which, of course, we don't.
It's psychologically convenient
for us to forget that pesky
small print - the bit reminding
us that our 'homes' can be taken
by the bank until we've made all
168 monthly payments.
Even the Bank of England's
Governor, Mervyn King, is
getting nervous.
He's told MPs on the Treasury
Committee that home loans are
now equal to the UK's entire
economic output.
He's not sure, he says, how
sustainable 'all this is'.
Well let's see. The second
quarter of last year showed a 61
per cent leap in repossessions.
In the same period, 67,580
people went bankrupt, another
shocking rise on the previous
year. Despite low interest
rates, households are feeling
the strain. None of this sounds
especially 'sustainable'.
So, why did most of us borrow at
least £100,000 more than we ever
should?
The answer is snobbery. In the
Eighties, Margaret Thatcher
famously said 'any man who rides
a bus to work after the age of
26 can count himself a failure
in life'.
Trendy
These days, catching the bus has
become faintly trendy.
City dwellers, even those with
cash, will (sometimes) hop
aboard just so they can feel
they're 'doing something for the
environment'.
Now the mortgage, not the car,
is the social barometer we rely
upon.
People older than 26 who do not
have one are few and far between
these days.
There seem to be only three
types of adult who haven't
already taken out a loan of at
least £150,000.
They are the underclass who
can't get credit, the traveller
who can't stay in one place and
the young couple who can't
afford a kennel in the Outer
Hebrides.
For most of us, it's worth
paying 42 per cent of our annual
salaries just so our colleagues
don't secretly look at us with
pity for having to pay rent.
The 'renter' is looked upon in
the same condescending light as
the Big Issue seller in the part
of North London I'm from.
In Hampstead, renting is
strictly for students and
alcoholics.
No woman I know would dream of
dating a man who doesn't own (at
least) one property by the age
of 30. Horrible, petty, but
true.
Individually, we like to boast
about the cost of our home
('mine's just gone up to half a
million').
Or we increase our loans by
remortgaging to make them that
bit better than our neighbours.
Even the strain of the
repayments can provide the
stressed executive with extra
kudos at a dinner party.
Recently a designer I sat next
to sighed that he was 'paying
almost as much as the Blairs
every month' for his.
Everyone around the table knew
that what he was really saying
was: 'I'm loaded, with a house
far bigger than I need. But
should Silvio Berlusconi ever
drop by he'll be impressed with
the marble hallway.'
Some say that my friend is mad
to jump on a plane in her
mid-50s with her 16-year-old
daughter in tow and head off to
a Latin-American country where
she knows absolutely nobody.
She's not mad really.
She's part of a migrational
trend our politicians and banks
are turning a blind eye to. The
equivalent of a 21st Century
brain drain.
The UK's mortgage refugees are
leaving by the BA planeload.
Guatemala anyone?
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