There are two ways of looking at High Speed 2. One is a colossal waste of money inspired by the European Union’s insistence that there be high speed rail lines from one end of the zollverein to another, the other is a colossal waste of money by the home grown.
Either way the case for it is so screwed:
Exclusive: Commuters will be enticed back on to trains with three-day season tickets
For the underlying argument isn’t in fact about high speed at all. Rather, it’s about congestion on the passenger railways. And here we have the admission that 40% of the peak time traffic is at risk of going up in a puff of smoke. Otherwise no one would be talking about the idea of allowing people to only pay for 60% of the previous peak time travel.
There are other issues here of course:
Commuters will be offered three-day season tickets under plans being studied by ministers to get Britain back to the office.
This is what a state run something means. The ghastly people prepared to kiss other peoples’ babies – most of whom did that degree in speaking bollocks to a white tie audience – have to get together to decide upon what train ticket prices should be. Rather than leaving it to the people who know something about train ticket prices, the people who run railways.
The same is going to be true about a national health service, it’ll be the same know nothings deciding whether appendices are extracted though a vertical or horizontal slice – those whose experience of appendices is the back of reports. And so on and etcetera, the allowable loaf in a national food service will be whatever is recalled of the afternoon Nanny decided to do Home Ec.
But back to the trainspotting point here. At the same time that they’re desperate to stop commuters fleeing the rails they’re expanding the capacity of the rails with £100 billion – just you wait, it will be – of our money. This isn’t the way to run a country. It’s not even the way to run a whelk stall and Jezza’s brewery piss up would work better.