There is a peculiar flavour of indignity reserved for the British graduate today - the unemployment, the tax burden, and more - which I often lament. These repeated stories of foreign students taking advantage of our system and doing a runner are demoralising but also deeply frustrating.
It feels as decent British students and graduates are suffering to subsidise foreign students who donât pay. Itâs not dissimilar to the feeling of tapping an Oyster card to board a TfL service whilst watching multiple people fare evade, knowing that you are suffering exorbitant fares in order to subsidise their theft.
There is something distinctly demoralising about entering (or attempting to enter) the British labour market as a young graduate in 2026. One is expected to compete - and to compete hard - against a field that has, through deliberate policy, been enlarged beyond all reasonable proportion.
Itâs not just the case that many of us are anecdotally complaining about being forced to compete with the world and his wife - the empirical evidence confirms this, and the picture the statistics paint is not a pretty one: for every 1 young Briton finding employment, some 27 young migrants are being taken on.
This is not an accident but rather the foreseeable consequence of very deliberate choices made in Westminster. It often feels as though those who govern us actively want to make our lives miserable - 'thanks for doing everything we asked of you, including going to university, now suffer'.
To add insult to injury, those graduates fortunate enough to secure work find themselves subject to an effective marginal tax rate of 37%. One might, in a spirit of generosity, accept this as the price of living in a functioning state (lol) - were it not that a substantial portion of the proceeds flows towards subsidising the consequences of irresponsible parenting (see Lucy Rigby's defence of keeping high interest rates on student loans to fund 'free breakfast clubs' and lift the two-child benefit cap), and towards the endless stream of migrants, both legal and illegal, which the British state seems keen to import.
Then there is the matter of the job search itself. The experience of looking for work as a young person today is, frankly, soul destroying - as I recently lamented in a rare case of doing personal subject matter on the tl. Iâd rather not have to endure the frankly crushing experience that is the job search in 2026 - not least as one of the few Zoomers (going off what employers keep complaining about) who doesnât seek to change the culture of a workplace, knows how to answer a phone and make eye contact, and doesnât treat every employer as an obstacle to their preferred work-from-home arrangement.
His Majesty's present Government is, of course, acutely aware of our plight. It surveys the growing cohort of young British NEETs, notes the youth and graduate unemployment figures, sees the explosion in Universal Credit benefit claims and the inevitable growing welfare dependency for a new generation, observes the effective tax burden falling on those in work to fund those who (often) arenât - and responds by seeking to expand the pool of available labour still further.
Meanwhile, one of the great domestic policy achievements being offered to those lucky enough to secure a job in exchange is *checks notes* 'free breakfast clubs'. The great irony, of course, is given that Zoomers canât afford to rent, buy, or start families, these breakfast clubs are yet another thing that the young will pay for but never make use of - much like Our NHS and State Pensions. One looks forward to learning what is planned for lunch.