Cameron has a dream. And Jeremy Corbyn wants to destroy it. Our belligerent prime minister has declared war on those inner-city council estates that foster poverty, despair, unemployment, truancy, social exclusion, (and an aversion to Tory candidates). His hope is to replace these crime-ridden concrete citadels with frondy low-rise dream-homes. It sounds like Syria organised by Foxtons. But consider the result as it takes shape in the prime minister’s mind. Acre upon acre of urban dereliction transformed into mini Chipping Nortons. A sofa from Habitat in every sitting room. A sea bass in every fridge. A sundial in every garden. A low-carbon Toyota Land Cruiser on every driveway. And a future Tory voter happily belting himself into the bio-degradable carseat. Soon every citizen, in every no-go area in Britain, will say ‘napkin’ instead of ‘serviette.’ A lovely idea. But where’s the money? Jeremy Corbyn predicted that the PM’s plan would be castrated by its budgetary shortfall.
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