There’s a thing, official figures for 2009 show that 835,000 18 to 24 year olds had left school, discovered that the nice man in the job centre didn’t have anything they really fancied to hand to them on a plate, and had settled down to ‘being unemployed’.Â That’s a 120,000 more than made the same decision last year.
In 2006, 519, 720 18 to 24 year olds left school, left the family home, left their country of birth, travelled cooped up in buses and sleeping on the floor of trains, to a country where they knew no one, struggled to make themselves understood in any language, slept 5 to a room, shared a loaf of bread when things got hard, and scooped up a total of 519,720 jobs paying the minimum wage of Â£4.77 an hour; and that is just those officially registered.
So if a Polish teenager, without any of the benefits of a home grown teenager can find a job here, why exactly can’t our British variety? Try these pathetic excuses.
The agricultural sector would be in dire straits without the immigrants willing to do the hard graft on the land. Labour which can net workers up to Â£25,000-a-year with overtime.
But that’s not enough to entice some of the local lads picking up their dole money in Peterborough. A constant trickle of young men are in and out of the office collecting their state benefits. But there’s little appetite for taking one of those vegetable-picking jobs of up to Â£7-an-hour. One group of lads:
“No mate I’d prefer to sign-on than do that.”
“I don’t want to work in like no cornfield.”
“I don’t want to work with a load of foreigners.”
Some 2.4million are officially counted as unemployed, most of whom are on jobseekerâs allowance. Labourâs pretence of progressing towards a society where all can succeed under their own steam has been exploded by the Policy Exchange think-tank which has dissected the British Labour market to reveal the truth. The emergence yesterday of the fact that 60 per cent of social housing tenants now have their rent paid by housing benefit is more evidence that Labour has actually created an underclass that is more deeply entrenched than it ever was under those âheartlessâ Tories.
The Liberal Democrats said the surge showed young people were bearing the brunt of the economic downturn.Â Absolute rubbish, it shows that kids without any of the opportunities enjoyed by our home grown variety are getting up earlier, prepared to work harder, and do the jobs that are actually out there. All those polish agricultural workers didn’t ‘steal’ the jobs, they took jobs that no one else wanted.
Figures from the EU statistics body, Eurostat, show Britain’s youth unemployment outstripping that of Germany, France and other European countries.
When I was in Jersey last year, being an early riser, I was amazed to find that the streets were teaming with young people at 6am hurrying here there and everywhere. Not staggering home from aÂ nightclub, but washed, dressed, and cheerfully off to work.
I talked to one Polish girl at length working in a shoe shop – her idea of dealing with a customer enquiry as to whether there was anywhere one could just get a cup of tea and a sandwich rather than a trendy restaurant, was to ask if I could wait ten minutes and she would show me where to go in her lunch ‘half hour’ – she led me through a warren of side streets, to a minute cafe, run by, you may have guessed, another polish couple, for the benefit of all the polish workers who couldn’t afford to eat in the fancy bistros. That girl did three jobs, seven days a week, the full time job in the shoe shop paid her rent – an astounding Â£120 a week for a room with one double bed shared with three others on a shift basis. A cleaning job in a local hotel beforeÂ the shoe shop opened paid for her food and clothing, and after work and at week-ends a job in a nightclub paid for the money she was sending home toÂ Poland to build the restaurant she hoped to run one day. She was 19.Â I spoke to several of her friends that lunchtime, they all had a similar story to tell.
On the ferry back to mainland France, I was unwillingly engaged in conversation by a couple of shell suited beer swilling anglo-saxon speaking teenagers. You know the routine. ‘Alright darling, wanna beer’………..they were impossible to shake off. Eventually I gave in and asked what they were celebrating.
‘Fu** all, there’s fu** all to fu**ing celebrate in fu**ing Jersey now’.Â ‘
‘Why is that’?
‘Fu**ing place is full of fu**ing polaks innit’.
Needless to say they went on to tell me how they’d been out of work for a year ‘cos all the fu**ing polaks had taken all the fu**ing jobs…………..before one of them threw up violently on the floor of the restaurant/bar.
A quiet and unassuming young man with a mop and bucket appeared and cleaned up after him.
Lithuanian? Polish? I don’t know, I didn’t recognise his language.
Neither did Shell suit No 2.
‘Fu**ing muppets, they’ll do fu**ing anything’, he said. ‘Ere, you missed a bit’.