Young people don’t even know they’re being taken for a ride

Travelling home on the train last week, I heard the dulcet sounds of political discourse drifting towards me across the carriage. The words ‘social housing’ were followed soon after by the word ‘moron.’ I removed my headphones and attended more closely. 

The speakers were two men aged about 30, whipping themselves up into a lather over the suggestion that there ought to be less social housing in central London.