Recession and repossession: surviving a great fall
In the last
recession 600,000 homes were repossessed and the jobless total hit 2.6
million. As the economy falters again, we talk to those who went
through it
Some of us remember the last recession: that awful period of
reckoning from 1989 to 1992 that followed the excesses of the mid-1980s.
It felt like a ghastly hangover after an overindulgent party, but it
lasted much longer than a day and needed far more than an Alka-Seltzer
to cure. Blameless, hard-working people lost their jobs, their homes
and their credit ratings. For some, the pressures were so great that
they lost their marriages too. And the worst of it was that it
wasn't even their fault.
It is the helplessness, the feeling of being at the mercy of
circumstances, that most characterises the horror of recession. You
can be the hardest worker, the most conscientious borrower and still
you can be laid off or your home repossessed, sometimes both. It is
like an act of God: as if a tornado has ripped through your town,
uprooting buildings you have known all your life, whisking you in
the air and dumping you, bruised and shocked, on a patch of
wasteland far from home.
If we were to enter a recession, perhaps a global credit crunch
could start it off. Or perhaps a sharp rise in the price of oil, or
perhaps because the Government has been spending too much. (At the
moment, we have all three.) Interest rates rise to stave off
inflation, so businesses get squeezed and have to cut costs by
reducing their workforce. The fewer people there are in work, the
less money there is washing round the economy, so business profits
fall still further and they cut even more jobs. Thus begins a
downward economic spiral.
At the same time, higher interest rates make mortgage and loan
payments more expensive. People who borrowed heavily in the good
times find themselves falling behind with their repayments. If they
are really unlucky, their home gets repossessed. At worst, if house
prices have fallen, they may find themselves in negative equity,
meaning that the proceeds of their house sale are not big enough to
cover their mortgage, so they are still thousands of pounds in debt
even after their home has been forcibly sold.
During the last recession, more than 600,000 homes were repossessed
and 120,000 people were declared insolvent. Unemployment rose by 50 per
cent in just 18 months, peaking at 2.6 million in 1991.
The people I spoke to who suffered during the last recession describe
their feelings of anger, depression and hopelessness as these disasters
descended upon them. Even if they knew it wasn't their fault, it was
hard for them to escape without a giant blow to their confidence. And it
can be harder still to find another job, as there are hundreds of
thousands of other people also looking for work, and few employers
willing to take anyone on.
If this all sounds unremittingly gloomy, then I've done my job. For,
apart from bailiffs and debt-collectors, there aren't many people who
thrive in a recession. Pensioners should be fine, since their income is
guaranteed. Otherwise, the best you can hope for is to keep your head
down, keep your boss happy and have the good fortune to work for an
employer that doesn't suffer too badly in the chilly economic climate.
What else can you do to prepare yourself now, should a recession
bite? The most critical thing is to rein in your spending and borrowing
(though the irony is that, if we all do that, we will make the
likelihood of a recession even greater). Don't take on new debts, pay
off the ones you can, and look at ways in which you can save money. If
this means joining the ranks of people who bring in their own sandwiches
in a Tupperware box, tell your colleagues you are in the fashionable
vanguard of “the new frugality”. Equally, it is amazing what bargains
you can pick up in charity shops. I am proudly wearing a £20 Zara suit (courtesy
of Oxfam), and my much-admired black velvet Christmas party dress cost
just £15 (ditto).
If you start to get into difficulties with your mortgage repayments,
don't stuff the envelopes into a drawer: get in touch with your lender
and try to negotiate a deal that will prevent you losing your home. And
if you lose your job, don't be afraid to settle for another paying less
- it's still better, psychologically and financially, than going on the
dole.
Most of all, don't despair. As my interviewees bear witness, there is
life after recession. One couple - Tim and Robyn Jones - are now rich
beyond their dreams. All felt that they had learnt from the experience.
Perhaps the most important lesson is not to be too hard on yourself. For
a serious economic downturn, like a tornado, is indiscriminately cruel.
It catches anyone who happens to be in its wake.
Gill Marsh: lost marriage, business and house
If a film were made about Gill Marsh's life, her character would
surely be played by Julie Walters. She has the same twinkly eyes and a
determined, but slightly sad, set to her jaw. Her face tells her story:
it is one of deep suffering matched by pride at having fought her way
back. In 1986, at the height of the Lawson boom, Gill and her husband,
Tony, decided to use the Government's £40-a-week Enterprise Allowance to
start their own road-haulage company. They borrowed money from the bank
and the business prospered enough for them to buy their first home,
outside York, for £60,000. Confident of their prospects, they used their
house as collateral to their business debts.
Within a year, interest rates had soared, their mortgage payments
nearly doubled, their marriage broke down and their business lost a big
contract. “From then on it went downhill and downhill,” Gill relates.
“The main debt was against the house. The business folded. The bank took
the house. I was left with nothing. I didn't have a car, didn't have a
house. I had no income. I had my son, though.”
So, from being a home-owning, married businesswoman, Gill turned into
a single mother on benefits. She and her eight-year-old boy were even
threatened with moving into B&B accommodation. “That is what really,
really terrified me. I just had these visions of drug addicts and down-and-outs
and the single mum that I was going to become.” Luckily, the housing
officer took pity on her and found her a decent council flat.
She felt angry and depressed. “It wasn't that I was a bad debtor, it
was that circumstances were out of my control. The interest rates at
that time were very, very high so there was no way, even if I had got
full-time work, that I could have paid the mortgage. I was very
distressed. I felt I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I
didn't know what my future was going to bring. Some days I didn't want a
future, I just wanted to curl up in my bed and put the sheet over my
head and not face the world.” But, with an ex-husband paying no
maintenance, she had to keep going for the sake of her son, Billy. She
was lucky enough to find a job with a building society and has clawed
her way back from there. A friend started an estate agency and offered
her a job as a valuer. Then she was taken on by a big estate agent. Now
she has remarried, bought another house, and is managing an estate
agency branch. Poignantly, one of her tasks is to sell on houses that,
like hers, have been repossessed. “I don't like it. I think it's very,
very sad. Having experienced it, I know what it's like.”
But, horrible though the recession was for Gill, 55, she feels good
about having surmounted all the obstacles it threw at her. “I feel a
much stronger person. It's things like this that make you the person
that you are. I look at myself now, and I think, ‘Wow, you can do it
girl - you have done it!'”
Penny Hayes: made redundant and then became a potter
Penny Hayes, 59, loved the decade of excess that was the 1980s. “My
sister lived in Texas and I can remember popping over to see her for the
weekend. Champagne was my favourite beverage.” As marketing director of
a video production company, her outfit of choice was a bright red jacket
with shoulderpads. “It made me stand out in a roomful of men.”
It is hard to imagine her now as she was then. She is gentle, soft-spoken,
bespectacled and low-key, apart from a slightly arty brooch. Then she
was a high-flying urban executive; now she is a reclusive country potter
wondering what to do next with her life.
It was in the early 1990s, when Penny was earning £35,000 a year,
that her salary cheque bounced. “Video production for marketing and
corporate promotions just collapsed during the recession. So the company
started to suffer quite seriously with a cashflow problem.” She sat down
and talked to her boss, and agreed that she would carry on working for
no pay in exchange for a share in the company. But the agreement was
never put down in writing and, after three months of employing her for
nothing, her boss reneged on it.
“He just said, ‘I don't want you to come in any more'. Being in
marketing, you're always the one out there working really hard to keep
everyone else in work and when things get bad you're always the first to
go.”
Penny had always thought that, if money were no object, she would go
away and make pots. She had kept up her interest in ceramics at evening
classes and decided to turn her misfortune into an opportunity to follow
her heart. So she signed up for a fine art degree at the University of
Hertfordshire.
“I had a strange sensation that at last, I was me. I had been all
these other people: a mother, a wife, a marketing person, and suddenly I
was just doing what I wanted to do for me. It sounds terribly selfish,
but it wasn't really like that, it was just that I hadn't really thought
about what I personally wanted. I don't think a lot of people do.”
So she threw herself into the art world. “I went for it full hog, I
became ‘An Artist'. It changed the people I mixed with, everything I did,
my whole outlook.” She set up a studio in her garage, tried to get
exhibitions and sold the odd piece here and there. “But it's a funny
world, ceramics, because it doesn't fit into any nicely organised box
like fine art. People tend to think, ‘I can buy a mug in Woolworths for
£2.50 so why should I buy yours for £10?' Just because it's a one-off,
it isn't valued any more than a mass-produced thing. People don't query
paying two or three thousand pounds for a painting, but they do for a
piece of ceramic, and yet mine probably costs more in materials and
time, and needed the same amount of training to get to that point.”
By this time, her husband was stuck at home, on disability benefit,
suffering from rheumatoid arthritis. They just about survived
financially, with Penny topping up her income by doing some adult
education teaching. But sadly, he died just before Christmas, and now
she doesn't know what to do.
The bungalow is up for sale, and Penny has applied for jobs with no
success. “I've been out of the work market since 1993 and unless I work
in a shop or something I don't think I can get a job now. If I put that
my last employment was marketing director of a media company, I don't
think there are many people who would even want me stacking shelves.”
She saw a job advertised last week, just like her old one in marketing,
paying only £30,000 - £5,000 less than she was earning 15 years ago -
but she knows she would not be qualified as she has lost touch with that
world now.
As she concludes, rather ruefully: “Life has this habit of turning
another corner when you least expect it.”
Robyn Jones: made redundant, now millionaire
Several years after Robyn Jones, 46, was made redundant in the last
recession, she sent her former boss a thank-you letter. He was amazed:
it was the first time anyone had thanked him for laying them off. But
Robyn, recently named Credit Suisse Outstanding Woman in Business,
needed the impetus of redundancy to become an entrepreneur.
She had been general manager for a large construction firm on a
£30,000 salary, and had recently bought a bigger house with her husband,
Tim, when she lost her job in 1991. He was still working as a finance
director and they calculated that if she could bring in just £10,000 to
£15,000 a year they could still cover their mortgage and survive
financially. So she set up office in the spare room on a wallpaper
pasting table, with bare boards on the floor and banana boxes for filing
cabinets - and she hit the phone. The idea was to start her own contract
catering company with her husband. He would carry on with his
accountancy job by day and do her books at night.
“My confidence was very low to start with,” she admits. “And it was
difficult because we had no sites that a potential client could visit.”
For six months, she sat at her desk making cold calls from the telephone
directory.
Worried that she was earning nothing, she offered herself to catering
agencies as a cook and waitress. But, after six months of hard sell, she
finally got a contract to do the catering at a residential centre for
Guide Dogs for the Blind.
Just two years later, the company won the Booker Prize for Excellence
in two categories: Best Young Business and Best Caterer. Business took
off. Now Charlton House Catering Services has a £75million turnover,
employs 1,900 people and has 180 clients including the Treasury, Network
Rail and Sony. Tim is full-time chairman and Robyn is chief executive.
Tim, as befits an accountant, is more naturally cautious than Robyn and
is already gearing up mentally for the possibility of another recession.
“You always have to have a Plan B,” he says. “You have to know what
you would do if the worst happened,” he says
The company has barely ever needed to borrow money, though, and it
insists that its clients pay in advance, at the beginning of each month,
to aid cashflow. His advice to people facing a recession now? “The most
important thing is to live within your means.”
Tommy Cloherty: house repossessed
In 1985, at the age of 21, Tommy Cloherty went back to London from
Ireland “with the idea of making loads of money, getting rich - the
usual. I was quite ambitious.” He was marking time working in a
restaurant in Highgate, North London, but had grander plans. “I thought
it would be something with languages because I speak Italian and French.”
When his sister came over to join him, they decided to buy a flat
together. “When I look back now I think, 'Why did I buy a place?' But I
think it was the peer pressure. If everybody else is doing it you think,
'Why aren't I doing it?'” Everything was fine until his sister lost her
job in 1989. “We were really stretched,” he remembers. “About 40 per
cent of our income was going on the mortgage.” What's more, the mortgage
rate was fixed for the first two years, but then it shot up.
Tommy started working “like a hamster in a wheel”. He did double
shifts at the restaurant - from 9am to 2pm and then from 6pm to 11pm,
and in the afternoons, he took on gardening and building jobs for
friends. But it wasn't enough. “The letters kept arriving and I'd get
the mortgage repayments up to date and then the council tax letters
would come and then the credit card would come in. I was constantly
juggling.” So he left the restaurant to try to make more money selling
insurance. But that turned out to be even less lucrative.
He borrowed money from relatives and went back to working in the
restaurant. “But it just wasn't enough and I remember as the date for
repossession of the flat was looming, the letters were getting more and
more severe and more and more threatening.” He had taken out indemnity
insurance, costing £900, which he thought was supposed to protect him
against repossession. But the small print failed him. In the end, the
flat that they had bought for £69,000 was sold by the mortgage company
for just £27,000, leaving Tommy and his sister liable to the tune of
£47,000 after accumulated interest and fees.
“It was horrible,” he recalls. “It went on and on and I never knew
what the outcome would be. I remember a friend said, ‘You didn't smile
for six months'. There comes a point where you're exhausted: physically,
mentally and emotionally.” By then, his sister had a baby, and the three
of them were put up in bed and breakfast accommodation, with a
tyrannical landlord who would arbitrarily shut the kitchen just when she
needed to warm her baby's bottle. “We had two small rooms with the cot
in the corner and all the clothes piled up.” Eventually they were given
a council flat in a tower block in Edgware, northwest London, but they
were still being pursued for debts. Tommy and his sister were never able
to pay them, and the letters only stopped coming a couple of years ago.
Now 43, he works as the manager of a homelessness project, lives in a
rented flat and has vowed never to buy a property again.
“I value peace of mind and a wife that I love and it's good to be off
that treadmill. I look at other people and remember how easy it is to
get sucked into it all. But when I'm 70, I'm not going to think I didn't
work hard enough or have a big enough house. I care more about family
and friends and memories.”
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