This is a story about squatters...
If you could find an empty house and get into it without damaging the windows or doors or anything, then you could legally live there until evicted - which was a lengthy legal process - and even get the gas and electricity reconnected to make the place more habitable. It was a kind of social justice: if rich people have more houses than they need, why shouldn't the homeless be able to take direct action and use that wasted real estate? Then the law was changed. Now, only commercial property can be squatted, and most empty buildings in big cities like London have people who are paid to live there, specifically to stop squatters.
UK law still favours those who are on the brink of homelessness, rather than the petit bourgeoisie; the rentier class. If I stop paying my rent, but refuse to leave the property voluntarily, it's a monumental pain in the arse for the landlord to force me out onto the streets, let alone recover their lost rent. The main threats wielded are bad references and county court judgements, which will ruin your credit rating and ability to rent another property or borrow money. Thankfully, only Her Majesty's Revenue Collectors have the power to force bankruptcy upon you, although debt collection agencies will add exorbitant fees and hound their poor victims to death - literally in many unfortunate cases.
Most people have a fallback option: a relative who has more property than exceeds their needs - spare bedroom(s) - and enough shared DNA that they feel some biological compulsion to not see some of their genes perish, freezing on the streets. I have no blood relatives on my mum's side, and my dad seems to have put in quite a lot of effort into my defamation, such that I've not got a fallback option. I've lived in parks, I've lived on heathland, I've lived in hostels. Most people have somewhere to go, so they don't get cold wet and risk being mugged or beaten up, sleeping rough. If you end up homeless, your family have let you down.
I'm now trying to figure out where I'm going to live on Saturday. I need to vacate this property. I'm occupying it, when there could be rent paying tenants here in my stead. I thought I had somewhere lined up - a kind offer from somebody on social media who could see that I needed a helping hand: a hand up not a handout - but it's entirely unclear whether that offer still stands or not. I have to assume it's not, otherwise I find myself with my bags and nowhere to go, on Saturday.
What do I do? Do I grab my tent and my sleeping bag and head for somewhere remote? Do I search nationwide for the cheapest hostels? Do I beg my friends for sofa space, although almost all of them have little kids who'll be up and about early, getting ready for school: I can't very well be lounging around when they want to eat their breakfast and get their packed lunches, can I?
It's not a problem beyond the wit of man. I've been homeless before. It's just... end of June... the homeless population explodes in city centres, as the good weather means sleeping rough isn't so bad, and the tourists make for better begging. I really don't want to be competing with other homeless people for the few safe places to sleep, and running the increased risk of the rampant homeless-on-homeless crimes that are committed.
There we go - that just about sets out my stall. It's a shit sandwich, innit?
Tags: #homeless