I'd fondly imagined that the endless home makeover programmes had been chucked out with the derivatives market, and that we'd now be treated to demonstrations on how to live on half a cabbage a week. But I was wrong. Only yesterday I was watching some young hopefuls move into a knackered Victorian terraced house in Hackney which they were being encouraged to green to bits. Some of the merulius lacrymans snaking up from the basement cellar looked pretty green already. They had £100,000 to spend.
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