Supermarket photos from this once prosperous country reveal just how bad things have become – and it makes Australia look pretty good.
When I moved back to Britain, my home country, for four months last year, to say things were bad is an understatement.
In that time, the country had two prime ministers, two monarchs and four education secretaries.
Elitist, offensively out of touch, privately educated MPs squabbled over the optics of opera-going, how to get their mug in Vogue magazine and whether chummy friendships formed at Oxford University would be affected by a cabinet reshuffle.
Meanwhile the everyday Brit struggled to afford soaring energy bills. Many then, as now, chose between heating the house or feeding the kids after 13 unlucky years of Conservative Party austerity, welfare state decimation and economic mismanagement.
An undercurrent of anger ran through the country. You could feel it in the air, see it on faces, and hear it down the pub. Then, Liz Truss’ humiliating record of 49 days as Prime Minister felt like rock bottom. The country became an…
