First let me set out my position on Kevin McCloud: I am a fan. I love Grand Designs, I think his TV presenting style is excellent and I admire his vision and commitment to sustainability and craftsmanship. I even enjoyed his recent rattling of the fitted kitchen industry’s cage by declaring that there is little intrinsic difference in quality between a £5,000 kitchen and one costing ten times as much. Much of the ‘designer’ end the fitted furniture market is bit ‘up itself’ and can onlybenefit from having its poposity pricked.
I have a copy of Kevin’s beautifully designed (of course) coffee table book 43 Principles of Home which, whilst a little heavy for a bedtime read is great for dipping into – I might even keep it in my beautifully designed downstairs loo – his writing is as erudite and apparently effortless as his presenting (apart from one glaring error, where he says ‘you could not do worse than, where what he means is ‘you could do worse than’, for which I blame his editors).
However, the section on toxic chemicals in your home did scare the hell out of me and almost had me running screaming from the house. Up to now my biggest concern has been a section of lead mains water pipe that I have been suspecting of poisoning me and my family for the past 30 years; that is until KMcC assured me that it will be so heavily coated with a lead-calcite lining that the deposition of lead into the drinking water is probably negligible.
However, it now appears that it’s not my water pipes that are poisoning me but my UPVC windows; which not only threaten to last forever, unless destroyed by a planet polluting fire, but are leaching deadly toxins into the air I breath.
Similarly, my cabinet furniture, fitted and otherwise, is a source of carcinogenic formaldehyde from the chipboard and MDF used in its production. Kevin doesn’t mention the cancer causing agents in hardwoods that used to kill cabinets makers of old.
He doesn’t ask that the use of modern materials in fitted furniture production be banned or even avoided but he does strees that we sholuld ensure that as far as possible all the cut edges are covered up. Don’t use raw mdf or chipboard for shelving and preferably ensure that it is veneered, lacquered or laminated.
I thought of the ramifications of not using UPVC as a construction material, Kevin would rather that we made our houses from straw bales and timber, and reflected on my childhood in a Victorian terraced house in London. The house was cold and damp all through the winter with just a coal burning fire (more toxins) in the living room. Every couple of years Dad would sand down the window frames, no doubt releasing lead from the old paintwork, and redecorate with gloss paint that would smell for weeks while it dried slowly probably generating more pollutants. Adequate ventilation was never a problem in that draughty house but we all suffered back to back head colds through the winter.
Whether environmental health problems contributed to the cancer that ended my mother’s life at 56 I will never know. Dad made it to 89 before the emphysema from a lifetime of dedication to John Player’s Navy Cut tobacco carried him off.
I expect to outlive my father but now that I come to think of it, I will have to find something to die of. Seems to me that life is carcenagenic in one way or another and whether it’s cancer or heart disease that gets me in the end, and whether my furniture or my windows are to blame or not, I will have enjoyed the comforts that modern building materials bring to ordinary people in ordinary houses and I am unlikely to be felled by hypothermia or TB.