For quite a few years now, if you had a £2m or more to spare, you’ve been able to buy your way into the UK just as easily as to any other tin-pot tax haven. Our erstwhile Home Secretary this week declared herself (to paraphrase Claude Rains as the corrupt policeman in ‘Casablanca’, kids etc.) ‘Shocked, shocked’ to find that some of those £ms might be the proceeds of dodgy dealings; and in particular Russian dodgy dealings. Something which has been an open secret, certainly amongst London estate agents, for years. Then on the same day, we heard of her plans to push boats full of migrants with no money back to France. Hang your head in shame, Priti.
“The working-from-home illusion fades”
Are workers working from home more or less productive than those catching the 7.02am to London Bridge every day? ‘Probably sitting at home in their bleedin’ jim-jams’, said someone recently of a less-than-helpful call centre employee, the assumption being that, were they surrounded by colleagues and with a manager cracking the whip, he or she would have sorted his energy bill more efficiently.
