Showing posts with label cost of living. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cost of living. Show all posts

Thursday, October 18, 2007

The Eurotrash Currency Game

“Bond had one million francs of private capital - Old Francs, of course - about seven hundred pounds' worth. He always reckoned his private funds in Old Francs. It made him feel so rich."

"On the other hand, he made out his official expenses in New Francs because that made them look smaller - but probably not to the Chief Accountant at Headquarters!”

Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service

Once you’ve lived and worked in a different country, it deeply effects the way you perceive and react to things.

I’ve lived and worked in Britain, France and America and lived my life in four different currencies – Pounds, Francs, Euros and Dollars.

Francs were just fun. I loved earning 6,000 francs a month working as an assistant in Saint Valery en Caux – it made me feel so rich, even though that was barely six hundred pounds.

But now I live with roughly interchangeable currencies. Walking into a supermarket in Britain, France or America, you’re presented with items that cost 3.99 (whether that’s $3.99, £3.99 or €3.99)

The disparity between the values can be considerable. After all, a British pound is worth roughly two American dollars. But unless you’re an accountant or carry a calculator, the mindset you approach your shopping with remains pretty much the same. Whatever country I’m in, for example, I think in pounds.

I think I’ve mentioned an example of this when shopping for wine. Going into Rutgers Liquor (my local wine store) I examine the wine on offer and balk at paying $7.99 for a bottle of Little Penguin Shiraz – since in my mind $7.99 seems SO MUCH more than the £4.99 I’d have paid in England for the exact same vino.

In actual fact, the wine turns out to be about a quid cheaper. But it doesn’t SEEM cheaper because I still think in pounds.

I stupidly expect things to cost the same amount of dollars in America as pounds in England. And the ridiculous thing? Generally I’m right.

As in, a week’s shopping in England would cost £70 from Sainsburys. It costs roughly $70 in America for the same amount of stuff.

Filling your car with petrol in England cost £40. Here in America it’s roughly $30. Bargain!

Basic living expenses always appear to my stubborn little brain as costing the same amount in America as they do in England. The great thing is that my salary doesn’t. Things cost the same but my pay is doubled by the delicious exchange rate. As long as I think in pounds, but buy in dollars, I’m always going to be better off this side of the Atlantic.

This disparity is only interesting because it reflects a state of affairs ignored by the ‘exchange rate.’ To a bank, a pound is worth 2.02 dollars. To a spendin’ man like me, however, you’ll always get more for your two dollars then you will for your quid. The exchange rate seems out of whack in comparison to the actual cost of living.

Exactly how out of whack it was? I never thought I’d be able to know – except then I remembered a cunning invention from The Economist magazine. My father had showed me Burgernomics, or what The Economist call: The Big Mac Index.

MacDonald's is such an enormous corporation, they’ve spanned the globe. The amazing this is that they sell the same product – the Big Mac – in dozens of countries. The price discrepancy between these burgers reveals an entirely different exchange rate than that decided by the banks. It actually reflects how much the local currency will buy you, instead of how much the local currency is worth.

Taking my thoughts about the cost of American living under consideration, I examined the Big Mac index and discovered that my theory is supported. While an American dollar is worth roughly half what the pound is according to the banks, the difference in ‘Big Mac’ money is much more modest 20%. That means the doubled dollar wages I earn in America make me 80% richer than I was in the UK.

Time to break out the Miller High Life? (the ‘champagne’ of beers, $3.92 for six)

Maybe not. But it does make me appreciate not only the situation I’m currently in, but also the situation I came from. As long as I keep thinking in pounds, I’m going to be spending thriftily in America and that’s going to be more responsible for making me richer in the long run than any complicated Burger Economics.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Why Americans drive big cars...

Curiously, the commute to the office in Lawrenceville is exactly the same distance as my old commute from Winchester to Ocean/Power FM. 40 miles a day.

In my lunch break today, I did some idle calculation.

Based on the current exchange rate, the cost of petrol in the UK and New Jersey and the mileage my cars got here and in England, I came to a staggering conclusion.

Even though my '86 Lincoln Town Car has an engine 150% larger than my Volvo 480 - and neatly does half as many miles per gallon - it's still a whopping 25% more expensive to drive from Winchester to Fareham and back (40 miles) than it is to drive from North Brunswick to Lawrenceville (also 40 miles.)

Of course, in England my commute took 20 minutes at 80mph. Here it takes 40 minutes at anywhere between 55mph (the speed limit) and a standstill (because of the millions of traffic lights on US Route 1.)

But with maths like that, no wonder people in America are still happy driving 'big' cars.

But it's not so much that America grants indulgence to gas-guzzlers. My commute up to New York City is also shocking. A round-trip (that's a return ticket, folks) costs $21.50 and my subway tickets on the Uptown E Train cost $4 there and back. To get to HQ in London, my return train ticket from Winchester to Waterloo was £40 and my Tube tickets were £4 each. On today's exchange rate, that works out as $96 compared to $24.50.

That's almost a quarter of the price!

No wonder we couldn't afford to live in England.

Oh, it goes without saying that the $24.50 you pay to get from New Brunswick station to the corner of 49th and 6th includes train service that runs on time and pretty much guarantees you a seat.

British Rail? If you were a dog, we'd take you out back and shoot you.