So, if you happen to find youself in the category of the disabled, the elderly, the unemployed or if you happen to be a public sector worker then life is going to get a lot, lot worse. But not to worry. It's the same for everyone. Isn't that good to know?
During this week's edition of the BBC's Question Time programme I heard a wee phrase that I hadn't heard for quite some time and it instantly reminded not only of the hypocrisy of this lot of public school prima donnas, but also of their sheer disingenuity.
"We're all in this together," drawled the conservative politician reminding us once again, in case we'd forgotten it, of our joint misery. How very reassuring then to know that the political classes are sharing the misery of pay freezes while wondering how on earth they will possibly pay the gas and electricity bills.
At least this was the mantra spouted by the Chancellor and chums in order to make the pain of his austerity measures more palatable to the oiks they were intended to hurt. But I'm still dying to know exactly what it is that 'we' are all in together..?
I'm sure, nay certain that I have absolutely nothiing in common at all with this silver-spooned pillar of the establishment. Indeed, I actually find the very suggestion that we share any common experience - from birth right through to death - as utterly preposterous, so precisely how and why we're in something 'together' is beyond my comprehnsion.
I'm just waiting for a journalist with a bit of skill to put Osborne or his smug boss Cameron on the spot, but they never do.
"So, Chancellor we're all in this together are we?" That''s how I imagine the inteview begins, and then the sting in the tail:
"So how is Mrs Osborne managing to make ends meet?
"Is she choosing between heating and eating?"
"Is the Osborne house freezing cold like so many others up and down the country?"
"Are the Osborne offspring going hungry like so many other children up and down the country?"
After all, 'we're all in this together, are we not?'
Now that's a question that would wipe that smug grin instantly off his chubby, ruddy, well-fed face. Oh for a journalist with teeth.
Squirm I think he would.