Times are tough. Ask anyone connected to train builders Bombardier in Derby where more than a thousand jobs are to go.
We are tightening our belts in the Freeman household too; looking for bargains in the nearly-out-of-date section at the supermarket, having a glass or two of cheap wine at home rather than at our favourite pub.
But we are lucky, with two salaries acting as a bulwark against the ever-increasing cost of heating and lighting the home and keeping food in the larder.
But we know the mantra: We’re all in it together. Right, so when the BBC reveals the salary bands for its ‘talent’ next week can we expect to see pay rates even remotely in touch with the reality faced by the licence payer? Don’t hold your breath.
What exactly is it that makes Gary Lineker worth a reported £1.5m a year? Nice chap, don’t get me wrong, but in the final analysis he introduces a handful of recorded football matches on a Saturday evening.
And while we are on the MoTD sofa what about Alan Hansen (£1m apparently) who is said to be chauffeur-driven from his home in the North West to the studios in London each week at our expense. Without such pundits, it would seem, we would all fall out of love with football. A “woeful defence” indeed.
Laughably, just this week it has been announced that Chris Moyles, the self-styled loud-mouth of Radio 1 has signed a new £1m contract to present his show for the next two and a half years.
Presumably that is without the cost of employing the rabble of sycophants who share the airwaves with him. Listen to his show and then tell me he is worth it.
Then there is dear old Wogan - now no more than a mumbling caricature of the broadcaster who once entertained millions. Let him go. Let’s use his salary to discover new talent.
Ditto Bruce Forsyth, Anne Robinson and their ilk which has dominated the BBC’s output for more decades than I care to recall.
By Scott Freeman