Those of you who don’t live or work down in The Big Smoke may be unaware of the joys of the capital’s Metro. Metro is a freesheet distributed to London commuters who – if they have nothing better to do - take on average about two and a half minutes to consume it cover to cover. It is not high-end editorially. It’s cheap, tries to be cheerful and makes ‘Take A Break’ look like the Wall Street Journal.
Anyway this morning it has a screaming headline about – you’ve guessed it – MPs’ expenses. The headline reads ‘From the sublime to the ridiculous…’ and under it are the contrasting stories of Anthony Steen, the pompous MP for Totnes who’s been caught milking his expenses for his Devon mansion and Laura Moffat, MP for Crawley, who’s taken to kipping on a camp bed in her Westminster office because she has, ‘always believed it is wrong for public servants to make money out of the public purse’. Quite apart from the fact that it’s an illiterate headline, even for the sub-Daily Mail outrage they are trying to express, this story is so wrong-headed it’s hard to know where to start.
The new Puritanism currently taking the nation by storm, in which everyone tries to outdo the next man in acts of self-denial, is both tedious and daft. Puritans are a short-sighted, monotonous lot. If you wish to be ruled by a bunch of incorruptibles like Robespierre and Lenin – bloodless, witch-hunting technocrats with no sense of imagination, creativity or humanity, then fine. I don’t know about you, but my reaction when hearing that Esther Rantzen was planning to stand for parliament was one of dumbstruck horror. What has this woman ever done apart from introduce the great British viewing public to carrots shaped like the male reproductive organ? I’d take Anthony Steen with his rabbit-guards or Sir Peter Viggers and his duck island over Esther any time.
Sleeping on a camp bed in your office is not the answer to anything. It’s a dumb, symbolic act that is uncivilised, impractical, demoralising and will probably mean the sublime Ms Moffat winds up totally exhausted and unable to work properly for the benefit of her constituents. But she has a wafer-thin majority of 37, so she’s clearly absolutely desperate to be seen to be doing 'The Right Thing'.
The same applies to Puritanism in business. If you send your people economy-class half way across the world for important meetings at which big contracts are at stake, they are going to feel firstly hard done by and secondly like death warmed-up when they spill out bleary-eyed into the arrivals hall at Mumbai or Los Angeles. It’s a false economy. Likewise, if you remove biscuits from meetings it might save you a few quid, but it makes everyone feel miserable. But misery is what seems to be in demand at the moment. We all have to don our hairshirts and suffer. We’ve all been very bad and have to sit it out on the naughty step. But naughty steps are as ineffective and unproductive for adults as they are for boisterous children.
In today's bulletin:
Fasten your seatbelts - BA nosedives to record loss
Non-Standard and Poor outlook for UK economy
Editor's blog: Why this new Puritanism is pointless
Why green shoots lead to recovery
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