‘Two quid?!’ So cried Ray Langton in a 1971 episode of ‘Coronation Street’ when informed how much a haircut he’d agreed to pay for Irma Barlow would cost him. I know it sounds like a virtual free gift today, but a little online calculating revealed a trip to the nearest Weatherfield salon for a two quid haircut in 2023 would set Ray Langton back over £30, which still sounds a bit pricey. A storyline from the same year saw Irma’s parents Stan and Hilda Ogden rent a colour television set; naturally, Hilda made sure the entire street knew about this when it arrived, though wasn’t as keen to share the news with her neighbours when the shop repossessed it due to missed payments. At the time both BBC1 and ITV went over to colour at the end of 1969, a Pye colour TV set was advertised in the Radio Times as retailing between £232 and £346, which would be between £3,000 and £5,000 in today’s pounds, shillings and pence; no wonder people rented them, even if Stan and Hilda still found renting something of a financial strain. The average weekly wage in the UK at the beginning of the 1970s was £32, the equivalent of roughly £500 today, so one always has to take these things into account when making comparisons.
As many discovered during lockdown, it is possible to survive without a haircut; and I myself spend far more time on YT or watching DVDs than I do watching telly, so one can even live without that. When it comes to food, however, we all got to eat, and – energy and houses aside – nowhere does the much-trumpeted ‘cost-of-living-crisis’ appear more visible in terms of soaring prices than at the local supermarket. In fact, as other expensive contributors to the current state of the nation have actually decreased a little in price of late, food has kept making ever more aggressive demands on the household budget and is one of the main reasons why inflation remains high. The big established supermarkets have been engaged in a price war with each other ever since the arrival of the budget outlets like Aldi and Lidl, constantly undercutting one another in a bid to tempt shoppers away from the cheaper stores; but it would seem where certain items are concerned the process has abruptly gone into reverse.
According to new figures, the cost of foodstuffs has risen quicker over the past twelve months than at any time since 1977, back when the country was experiencing crippling rates of inflation aided and abetted by a spike in the global price of oil provoked by wars between oil producing nations. This time round, there are of course not-unrelated factors at play; not only did a post-pandemic demand for oil and gas push prices up, but there’s been that business in Ukraine cutting off the fuel supply from Russia; moreover, we have Tsar Vladimir’s military exercises to thank for the surge in the cost – and relative scarcity – of grains and vegetable oils. Bread, cereal and chocolate prices are also in the ascendancy, escalating the overall price of food; even though the pace of the rise began to slow a little as inflation fell from 10.4% in February to 10.1% in March, food prices still haven’t fallen along with inflation and are largely responsible for keeping inflation from falling further.
The Consumer Prices Index reveals the cost of food and soft drinks being the second biggest contributor to inflation at 19.1% (just behind housing and bills); the fastest rising price for an individual item over the past twelve months has been olive oil at 49.2%, with sugar at 42.1, milk at 40.0, cheese at 33.6, eggs at 32.0, and frozen vegetables at 30.2%. A sudden shortage of certain vegetables at the start of the year also played its part in the threadbare household menu. I can think of specific foodstuffs that are pretty much permanent fixtures on my own personal shopping list – eggs, milk, bread, butter etc. – and all have risen in price considerably over the past year or so; at the moment it almost feels as though each visit to the nearest Sainsbury’s – visits usually only separated by a couple of days – can see some of these items leap up in price in a manner that was unimaginable pre-lockdown. I do wonder where the Tory member for Ashfield, Lee Anderson, does his shopping; he’s the MP nicknamed ‘30p Lee’ after his claims that one only need spend that much for a nutritional meal. In the real world, you’d be lucky to get a tin of cat-food for 30p, and even then you’d be talking an own brand budget label that every cat I’ve ever known would turn its nose up at.
I’ve noticed some supermarkets cannily do their best to deceive the shopper by having some items on half-price special offer one day, giving the impression the general trend is being bucked; and then the next time one visits a day or two later, the same items will have suddenly not merely returned to the price they’d been prior to the special offer, but will have shot up another 50p. I guess the idea of the temporary special offer is to soften the blow of the imminent price hike, and in some cases will persuade the shopper who’s wised-up to the tactic to buy two or three of the item when it’s on special offer; in the process, of course, the shopper then spends more on the item than were it at its normal high price, convinced they’re getting a bargain. Much the same happens in pound shops, where shoppers end up buying a basket full of crap because ‘it’s only a pound’; one wonders if they’re so bedazzled by the thought of everything being ‘only a pound’ that they fail to notice they’ve just splashed out a tenner on stuff they don’t need. But, hey, when was the shopping experience not infected by a little psychological trickery on the part of the shop itself?
As happened in the 70s, wages are failing to keep up with rising prices, particularly food. A cursory online glance at any documentary about Britain in that decade will undoubtedly include archive footage of families being interviewed in supermarket car-parks bemoaning the fact their shopping bills are twice the price they were the year before. Half-a-century on, the average wage dropped 2.4% in the three months to January when compared to the same timescale last year whilst food prices have kept rising, mirroring the state of affairs in Three Day Week Britain. A snippet of vox-pops I heard on the news yesterday evening echoed the shoppers of 50 years ago, with the same complaints being aired all over again. Because I heard this report on the radio rather than saw it on television, it could well have been recorded in 1974, what with no contemporary fashions on show to give the game away. If you’ve lived long enough to remember 1974, there’s an undoubted sensation of déjà vu to a lot of the stories surrounding this issue at the moment.
In another ‘Coronation Street’ storyline from the same period as the one cited at the beginning of this post, Street pensioner Minnie Caldwell has no money to buy coal; fossil fuels were far more common for heating homes back then than they are today, of course, yet came with their own distinctive problems. Minnie is reduced to wearing an overcoat indoors and then goes up to bed early because it’s the one place in the house she figures she may be able to keep warm. In 2023, many people I know are adopting similar tactics because their energy bills are so expensive. As with the generation that still had fresh memories of the Great Depression musing on what they’d done to deserve the Three Day Week after everything they’d been through, many of a certain age today who are approaching the end of their working lives are wondering what all that hard work has actually done for them when they’re not even able to adequately heat their homes. Having said that, at least one can combat an absence of heating by wrapping-up; if one can’t afford much in the way of food, however – well, it could solve the obesity epidemic if nothing else. Swings and roundabouts, eh?
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