So, what’s the takeaway from this spiral of real estate lunacy? If you own a small, damp cupboard in central London, congratulations—you are technically wealthier than a medieval king. If you own a whole house up North, you are immediately richer in space than any billionaire in Knightsbridge. The most expensive square footage in the UK is proof that we, as a nation, have completely lost the plot when it comes to housing. We’ll pay a Ferrari’s price for a patch of floor just because it’s next to a posh sandwich shop.
But hey, at least we can still get a £6 pint. Silver linings, people. Silver. Linings.
