The thing about Kirsty whatever-her-name-is that really makes me dispair is that I once read an article in a sunday paper, maybe is was about year and a half ago, where she was trying to pursuade young people getting on the ladder to raise funds however they could to get on the ladder, before you are priced out into a dickension-workhouse future of abject misery and poverty, instead of a dickension-workhouse future of abject misery and poverty in the 300K s**t hole of a mortgaged box on the 50th floor of an ex-authority block you bought back in 2005. Sell grandma's jewels, donate blood to private bloodbanks, volunteer your body to drug research institutes, work the streets in your evenings off, work three jobs, anything, everything.
She then told her own heartwarming story of how, as a 19yr old girl working in London all those year's ago, it was exactly the same, she couldn't afford to move out of her faimly home in Kensington Mews (F**** Hell!!!!!!! You can't even get a garage there under a million squids in that area, not even back then) and how she had to struggle to buy a modest two bedroom appartment in Clapham, which was up and coming. Granny lent her a 50% deposit so her job would cover the mortgage - that was oh, in 1993 as I remember in the article, oh yeah, just around the time of the last crash-trough as I remember. Convenient huh? So that was Kirsty's warming little story that propelled her into the world of property professionalism.
She really had to struggle some, huh? What are all those FTB's earning average money who have absolutely no chance of buying a delapidated craphole in those areas of London moaning about? All those nurses, firemen, teachers, shop workers, restaurant workers, etc., moaning about. Kirsty had to struggle but she just got on with it! So there!
Kirsty really is a person of astounding sensitivity and tact IMHO.