It seems that we cannot escape from pensions. I don't mean
in a philosophical sense – that every day of our working
lives inevitably takes us closer to the time when we will need to
rely on whatever financial provision we have (or have not) made for
our future. Rather I mean in the empirical sense. It's almost
impossible to avoid the subject, given the relentless – at
times even overwhelming – volume of news stories and articles
in the press and online; whether it's Sir Philip Green's
BHS pensions debacle or, at the time of writing, endless
speculation about UK Budget proposals.
In my opinion there is one major issue with pensions: the
jargon. Let me take you me back to my childhood. As a child –
and this may not come as a surprise to those who know me now
– I rarely required any encouragement to eat. I was born into
a Jersey family blessed with hearty appetites and there was no need
to employ tricks or novelty foods where I was concerned.
