We make the most of what we've got in Britain. Human misery is now a growth industry. You can do awfully well out of the poor, weak and nearly dead, and things can only get better for anyone in this line of work. Look how well Molly Prince has done with CPUK, the outfit that employed Jubilee stewards for nought pence. It's just win-win. The more paupers government pays you to employ for nothing, the fewer paid jobs left, leaving more desperate unemployed people available as serfs, to camp under bridges and slave for the very rich, pouring in from Greece, France and Russia, because this is now the Monaco of northern Europe.

They like it here because we know how to take care of them. We will give them anything they want. Especially the best property, which pushes up prices, leaving nowhere affordable for the grunty little people. Good. We don't want them about. And we don't waste our energy and funds on the unproductive and burdensome. We have made the criteria for residential care so strict that older poor people are almost dead before they get any, which means, with luck, that they'll only need a few months in a state-funded home before pegging out. And don't think you can sneak a poor foreigner in here by marrying them. Not unless you have more than £18,600 a year. Less than that and you can all buzz off to his/her war/famine zone or whatever foreign pit they were trying to crawl out of. And we don't want poor sex workers either, thank you. We're harassing them out of the grottier boroughs, preferring high-class escorts suitable for the top-class immigrants.

With sky-high rents, the cities will be soon cleared of rabble, who can live out in the shanty-shed towns in the suburbs, hours away from their menial work. And if they're really starving, they could show some initiative and round up and cook the thousands of stray dogs that no one can afford any more. Waste not, want not.