INTEREST rate rises mean boring homeowning bastards are talking about little else. Which sort of git banging on about their mortgage are you?
‘We got a ten-year deal in 2020’
This f**king prick had the luck or foresight to switch deal when interest rates were bumping along the ground like a crawling commando’s cock, and doesn’t he want you to know about it? The veneer of sympathy for others keeps cracking to show the exultant wanker beneath.
‘We just switched last month’
These crestfallen arseholes will be paying more for their house for years because of Truss and Kwarteng, and will never forgive them. Now they’re conversationally casting around to find someone less fortunate than them to make themselves feel better.
‘It’ll be back down by 2025 surely’
Guess when this twat’s fixed-rate deal runs out? A homeowner-turned-soothsayer pores over the financial pages to convince herself interest will soon be back to half-a-per-cent and she won’t lose everything. Ready to embrace any sunny forecast, no matter how mad.
‘My deal runs out next summer’
Like vultures everyone wheels around this human car-crash. Getting a two-year deal on a half-million house! Where was his forward planning, the f**king idiot? People like him relying on cheap money are ruining it for everyone! I hope he’s on the streets! Nobody says those things. Everyone says, ‘Oh dear, that’s bad luck, Andy.’
‘We’re going on the variable rate’
These wild, life-on-the-edge, risk-taking maniacs fascinate and horrify everyone. They could be crippled! Or they might save money! How can they live like this? But imagine the heart-pounding thrills of watching the governor of the Bank of England speak live, knowing his words decide your future.
‘I’m mortgage-free’
Go f**k yourself.