October 15, 2009

One of the key things which strikes you about being homeless is the tedium. My room in the B&B is roughly on the same scale as a prison cell but lacks even a toilet.

I do have a television which can receive the five over-the-air channels though. And that is a very irrelevant though. I don’t watch broadcast television and I haven’t for quite some time. I’m used to being able to torrent or youtube or use the BBC’s iPlayer to watch whatever I want to watch (although as a slight coincidence, Channel 4 were showing True Blood and Generation Kill when I put the telly on because I needed the background noise and these happen to be two shows I torrented regularly when they first aired). Additionally, I would use my lovefilm subscription to whore my way through DVDs – three at a time and as many in a month as I could post and receive whilst also ripping them as ISOs for a more ahem permanent solution.

I’d play videogames. Sometimes obsessively. My 360, my Wii and my PC were essential parts of my entertainment philosophy. When I boxed everything up the resultant boxes hosting the videogames were amongst the heaviest of my possessions.

I miss being able to surf the net whenever I desire. Previously if I had a thought about something then I could instantaneously google it or browse the relevant site if I already knew the URL. Now I’m restricted to only being able to do this when I can find a net connection. B&Bs do not do wi-fi.

I don’t have my books to read. Any of them. My library was vast enough that when I was putting everything into storage one of the individuals who assisted me in moving the boxes commented that I obviously liked to read. This struck me as a somewhat curious comment. After all, who doesn’t like to read? It turns out the answer is most people. For most, as soon as they finish the highest level of education they achieve then they never or rarely read a book again. As someone who would oft have three books on the go at the same time this strikes me as a disturbing scenario – how can you be so lacking in imagination that you do not want to delve into the worlds that others have sought to conjure?

I miss having my background noise in the form of the always-on radio. I can at least use my phone for that function to a limited extent. Yet I miss the discussion-based shows that are my bread and butter.

You are truly left with nothing to do.

The tedium could drive you stir crazy trying to fill your days with some little thing which could give you purpose. Except, after a fashion, it is far worse than being in prison. In a gaol you know that you will (with certain exceptions) eventually get out; that life can eventually assume some form of normality. Being homeless you lack this definity. You suffer until you do not suffer anymore, but you know not when that suffering ends.


The Day of Days

October 14, 2009

So, it’s finally happened. As of today I am truly homeless.

I wandered through the flat several times before finally slinging my bags over my shoulder and heading down to the Council offices at the foot of Cockburn Street in order to arrange to be placed in temporary accommodation. Said accommodation consisting of a B&B.

It hurts. It truly hurts. It was my home for two and a half years. As I was merely leasing, I obviously did not expect to reside there permanently. What I did expect though was that I would leave on my own terms as opposed to being unceremoniously turfed out.

In the end, I didn’t even bother cleaning up. I didn’t trash the place, but I fully expected never to see my deposit back again anyway. I just left the keys on the sideboard and walked out, closing the door behind me.

At the minute, I just want to cry. It’s all I want to do. I just keep wondering over and over again about why this had to come to happen to me, because I just don’t know why.

It’s one of those things which causes you to sit despondent and wondering as to what the point of anything is because there is nothing else left to think about.

I am homeless. My life, as I have known it, is over.

Homelessness. 21st Century Style

October 12, 2009

Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man severely lacking in wealth and somewhat curious tastes. And after mangling the Rolling Stones let’s begin anew…

As of Wednesday 14th October 2009 I will finish the process of joining the ranks of the homeless in the City of Edinburgh. As if being jobless wasn’t enough, I’m losing my home after my tenancy was ended unexpectedly.

My tenancy was what’s known as a Short Assured Tenancy. What this means is that after the first six months of your tenancy then the landlord can terminate the tenancy for no reason whatsoever provided they give you two months notice to quit the property. That’s what happened to me at the end of July of this year.

For reference, the principle other type of tenancy is an Assured Tenancy. This means you can only be evicted under specific circumstances. Don’t completely trash the place or be a massively anti-social menace of a neighbour and the property is yours for life. Strangely enough, most private landlords who purchased their properties under a Buy to Let mortgage aren’t overly keen on such arrangements so it’s mainly local Councils and Housing Associations who lease out properties under these arrangements.

So, now you’re thinking that maybe I should have tried leasing another place, right? Did you miss the part where I mentioned I was jobless? If you’re unemployed then you can get what’s called Housing Benefit to cover your (reasonable) rent. The idea being, here in one of the Soviet Socialist States of Europe (also potentially known as Eurofag-land if you happen to be of the American persuasion), that having hordes of homeless people wandering around is A Very Bad Thing.

Now, those in Council properties or Housing Association properties will only get sufficient money paid so as to cover the rent – which is typically much lower than a private rental – but those in private rented accomodation will get Local Housing Allowance. This is calculated and how much you receive is based upon typical rents in your area based upon what is considered to be your reasonable need with regards to your housing requirements. As a single male, I wouldn’t receive payment sufficient to cover a two bedroom flat as a one bedroom or studio flat is considered reasonable.

When originally introduced, Local Housing Allowance was piloted in several areas of which Edinburgh was one of the areas in which it was trialled, you were permitted to retain the full amount deemed appropriate based upon your requirements regardless of your rent. So if it was deemed appropriate that you receive the one bedroom rate (for Edinburgh at least) of approximately £114 per week, or £495 per month, yet your rent was £350 per month then you got to pocket the difference.

The thinking behind this was two-fold. Firstly, there is a massive shortage of Council and Housing Association (social housing) properties with waiting lists running into many years. By introducing this scheme the hope was that it would encourage people to move out of social housing into privately rented accommodation and thereby free up social housing owing to the Government being too miserly to actually build any new such housing.

After all, going from only getting enough in benefits to cover your rent to gaining an extra hundred pounds a month in benefits should be a pretty good incentive, shouldn’t it?

Turns out, it’s not. Not unreasonably, people are reticent to give up the security offered by an Assured Tenancy for a Short Assured Tenancy even if it would allow them to move to a better area, particularly if their personal employment situation can be somewhat variable. A situation compounded by a lack of willingness to ensure people were properly informed of the options – the Government were probably terrified of the Daily Mail crowd finding out and screaming blue bloody murder over rewarding malingerers and scroungers.

The second bit of thinking was that allowing people to retain the difference between their rent and the Local Housing Allowance was to encourage people to move into cheaper properties that may become available if they happen to already be in private accommodation. Not unexpectedly, this didn’t happen – who is going to move out of their home if they don’t have to?

There is also though a bar to moving home if you’re unemployed, which you realistically will be if claiming Housing Benefit, and that is that private landlords do not like to lease to benefit recipients despite the fact they’re essentially guaranteed they are going to receive the rent money because the Government is paying.

For this reason, the local council will pay your Housing Benefit directly into your bank account so that a landlord will never know that you’re in receipt of it and it is also illegal to refuse to let to someone simply because they are in receipt of benefit.

However, they can easily get around this by asking for an employer’s reference, plus how do you pay the deposit if you have insufficient savings such that you’re in receipt of a means-tested benefit (as an aside, City of Edinburgh Council has been partnering with some letting agents to provide deposit-free homes for those who can’t afford them and satisfy the legal definition of homeless such that the Council provides the surety. Unfortunately, there aren’t that many properties available). When you can’t produce that then they know you’re unemployed and unfortunately they let the property to someone else.

So, what started as a great idea didn’t work out as planned for a variety of reasons. Following the pilot, the scheme was amended so that you could only keep up to an extra £15 per week over and above your weekly rent and there is talk of the Government removing even that.

So, I’m in the position where I can’t get another home because I don’t have a job and there is no Council or Housing Association property available. Even though I’m a high priority case, it could take another six (or more) months to get social housing.

You’re now (or maybe) asking yourself, “Well, why don’t you get a job?”.

Have you not been paying attention for the past year? There are jobs available but the realities of the Masters of the Universe letting their pyschotic egos trash the global economy in pursuit of yet another Gulfstream G5 and multi-million acre mansion, along with them convincing most of the populace to live well beyond their means in an attempt to get those pretty little trinkets, means that it’s not exactly an easy thing to do.

I have a bigger problem though, I’m a hardcore alcoholic. And I’m a hardcore alcoholic who is waiting on a phone call for as soon as a place becomes available for in-patient detox treatment followed by a month of out-patient treatment where I’d have to attend the local psychiatric hospital every day for a month. Would you employ me? Further, I may well have underlying mental health problems such as clinical depression though a formal diagnosis can not be made until I’m alcohol-free.

The inevitable consequence of all of this is my soon-to-be lacking of a home to call my own. Which is where this blog comes in.

As I came closer to the date upon which I have to go the Housing Options Team and arrange emergency accommodation in either a hostel or a Bed & Breakfast, I started thinking. I’m an IT geek need a net connection in a way that many do not – if I don’t have a net connection then it becomes comparable to an itch that won’t go away.

Further, how am I supposed to keep in touch with people, look for a home, apply for jobs, stay informed as to what is going on in the world and my chosen sphere of (sometime) employment etc. without a net connection? Ever since the net began to take off we have come to lead an increasing amount of our lives online to the point where it has become an integral component of living.

We now no longer go the library or consult the Yellow Pages or remember simple facts, we use wikipedia or we google it – and that is one of the indicators of just how significant the impact has been, we turned a trademarked brand name for a search engine into a verb in just a few years. We offloaded our knowledge whilst simultaneously granting ourselves access to more knowledge than anyone in history has had access to.

For those who still haven’t been jacked into the grid or meshed in the cloud then it can be difficult to comprehend just how much an essential part of our lives it has become. We can’t function without it, and if you don’t have access then you are effectively denied access to the modern world. But how do you get online and be part of the world when you are homeless and have no where to live and therefore no permanent net connection?

Again, this is where technological progress has offered an unexpected solution to a problem it wasn’t even being applied to.

A wireless communications standard developed by the IEEE called 802.11 and the resultant rise of free Wi-Fi.

People hate the clutter of wires and some people need to be available anywhere. The result was the development of a wireless communications standard to deal with the former and a subsequent explosion in businesses and municipalities offering the former in order to drum up business from those who need the latter or wish to telecommute. Now you no longer need to go into the office to work and nor do you need to sit at home. You can go to a coffee shop or a pub – or even McDonalds! – and do what you need to do. It’s reached the point where I have witnessed the express commuter bus service between Edinburgh and Dunfermline advertising that it has free Wi-Fi. It’s ubiquitous.

But this has an unlikely spin-off for those who are homeless. It means that, provided you have access to a netbook or a laptop, then you can still perform most of the high-level functions that are associated with modern living wherever we go rather than the previous situation where you may have spiralled into an ever worsening situation of isolation from society and that you can still potentially contribute despite the lack of somewhere to call home. It even raises the question of whether the model of a fixed home with a nuclear family and two cars is even sensible anymore. If you can function in the world regardless of whether you have a fixed base then is that fixed base a sane and rational choice?

This shouldn’t be surprising in retrospect. We saw a similar unintended spin-off through the rapid advancement mobile phones made within our society. With phones getting ever cheaper and people replacing them at almost the same rate we might change our underwear then the phones we discarded had to go somewhere. They did. Sub-Saharan Africa.

Always having had significantly underdeveloped infrastructure, high development and implementation costs for infrastructure, underdeveloped economies, rampant corruption and massive distances to cover (these are not individual problems but rather interlinked ones) it was the case that communications technology was severely lacking.

The first world’s penchant for tossing its cellphones has made significant improvements in that. Now, an isolated village just needs a cheap cell tower, a generator and a relatively cheap satellite link or one cable link and, coupled with cheap second-hand cellphones, and areas now areas which never previously had a communications infrastructure have one and this may well be contributing to the improvements in the overall situation in sub-Saharan Africa. As an unintended consequence of the communications revolution in the ‘developed’ world, this region has effectively skipped at least one developmental step.

Therefore knowing how important it was that I still be able to communicate electronically I made a decision. I bought a netbook.

Being made homeless didn’t truly terrify me though it may have left me deeply upset, being disconnected did. Having put some thought into it though, I knew I could always be connected.

It’s a reasonable spec as well. It’s a Lenovo Ideapad S10e with 1.6GHz Atom processor with 2GB of RAM and a 160GB hard drive. I went with the Linux option (it’s running SUSE 10, although I might modify the partitioning and shove Win 7 on it to see how it performs given I’ve run Win 7 acceptable enough on an E4400 Vista box with 2GB using VirtualBox assigning the VM 768MB) as that gave me a gig of memory more than you would typically get whilst also costing noticeably less than the XP based models. Rather an indictment of the cost of the Windows tax given that this is probably a better spec balance than most…

I realise most people would have hoarded what little money they had, but I could afford it and the opportunity cost of being able to be connected strikes me as outweighing the cost of the netbook.

The form factor for the keyboard takes some getting used to and I use an external mouse rather than the touchpad but then I have never particularly liked touchpads or ‘nipples’. I need to get around to tethering my phone to it but I need to work out whether it’s worth the cost of amending my phone contract…what

As for this blog, its function is to allow me to express my thoughts (yes, I appreciate that is somewhat redundant when it comes to the purpose of blogging) but also to explore the issues of homelessness in the modern world and to allow anyone who wishes the means to keep up with what is happening in my life. It also provides a purpose to myself for the times when I either can’t function or need to feel like a human being.

Just as a final thought, people believed the future would consist of flying cars and domestic robots and food pills and trips to the moon. They were wrong. The future really offered us more and more varied ways of communicating and connecting with one another. It allowed us to become closer to one another – the hypothecated global village if you will.

The future happened. We’re living in it.