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Over the last ten years, New Labour has boosted public spending by around a trillion pounds – that’s £1,000,000,000,000 of our taxes – over £50,000 for every household in Britain. But what have we got for our money? Effective and responsive public services that are the envy of the world? Or the creation of a vast, self-serving bureaucracy that has presided over the greatest waste of money in British history?

With so much money, a tsunami of extra cash, being thrown at public services – health, education, policing, defence, social services and public administration – there have been some successes. Nevertheless, the results of the Government’s tidal wave of extra spending have been worse than pitiful.

In department after department, it is the same sorry story – a triple whammy of incompetence, cover-up and cuts that have all but decimated public services, while those responsible have lavished money and honours on themselves.

David Craig exposes the sometimes tragic, sometimes comic story of how New Labour’s years of mismanagement have led to a bureaucratization of Britain that has squandered almost unimaginable amounts of taxpayers’ money, caused irreparable damage to all our lives and rewarded the man responsible with the keys to Number 10.
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Genre: Society & Social Sciences / Politics & Government

On Sale: 7th April 2008

Price: £10.99

ISBN-13: 9781845298326

Reviews

Read it I beg you!
Business Money
David Craig's chilling audit of government spending for the last 10 days - a book much more readable and entertaining than it sounds...a genuinely important book. It is no exaggeration to say that if the right people read it, take it seriously, and take appropriate action, this book could not only save the taxpayer billions, it could save lives....This is a terrifying book, but a brilliant and necessary one. Please read it.
The Daily Telegraph
A gripping and important book, one that is impossible to read without becoming angry.
New Statesman