đ´ Asylum Delivery Ban âAlmost Certainâ to Trigger Unrest
Well, it was fun while it lasted. For a brief golden window, Britain had achieved something truly rare: a black-market economy so efficient it ran smoother than the legitimate one. Tens of thousands of asylum seekers â in tax payer funded hotel rooms, legally barred from working â found the back door into the gig economy and marched through it carrying a Deliveroo bag, an e-bike that definitely wasnât legal, and someone elseâs identity rented from Facebook.
Up until very recently most people pretended not to notice. The food got delivered. The apps kept pinging. The public didnât care. And the government, who were about as alert as a pigeon in a hammock, simply looked the other way.
After all, why fix a system that delivers kebabs hot, keeps young men off the streets, and quietly defuses the social time-bomb they themselves created?
But now Itâs official. The gig economyâs worst-kept secret has exploded into the limelight like a Deliveroo bag full of fireworks left too close to a kebab grill. As unfortunately, as with all great British traditions, someone filmed it. And now, weâre in the death spiral.
Videos surfaced. Headlines exploded. Shadow ministers ominously pointed at e-bikes. The Home Office took a very deep breath, arranged a roundtable, and deployed their most dangerous weapon: a strongly worded announcement. The delivery companies panicked and promised facial recognition, daily scans, and algorithmic wizardry, none of which will work, but all of which at least sounds excellent in committee.
So, to bring the any of our readers not in the know now put to speed, for some years now behind the scenes, tens of thousands of asylum seekers â you know, the ones placed in hotels at taxpayer expense â have been quietly working as riders for Uber Eats, Deliveroo and Just Eat. And the trick to this is oh so, simple enough.
You canât open an account if youâve got no right to work in the UK, but you can rent someone elseâs account for around sixty quid a week via any one of several thriving Facebook groups. Itâs the digital equivalent of borrowing someoneâs ID to get into a nightclub, except the nightclub is the roads of London, and the doorman is a facial recognition app that gets checked roughly once per leap year.
But, this isnât a fringe activity. One Facebook group we found, alone had over 30,000 members, and thatâs just the tip of the iceberg.
In Greater London alone there are more than 15,000 asylum seekers living in hotels â not exactly hiding in the shadows, as evidenced by all the frankly comical video footage of branded delivery bikes lined up like a corporate parade outside three-star taxpayer-funded hotels.
Itâs hard to feel inconspicuous when your job involves wearing a Just Eat jacket brighter than a nuclear warning sign and riding a converted e-bike that sounds like a wasp stuck in a hoover.
Of course, these arenât really e-bikes at all. Theyâre technically illegal mopeds â unregistered, uninsured, and often souped up to a speed that makes legal cyclists look like theyâre travelling through treacle. Naturally, this combination of high-speed machinery and zero licensing is precisely what every city needs in its pedestrian zones, and nothing says âcomplianceâ like a fleet of untraceable bikes operated by people who technically donât exist in the workforce.
The food delivery companies have long had clauses that allow âsubstitutionâ â meaning your mate can take your shift. What they didnât account for was your mate being an undocumented Eritrean national with no driving licence, no insurance, and no clue where Ealing is. But as long as the app gets pinged and the chips get delivered, the platforms looked the other way. For years. Possibly with both eyes shut and one hand over the lens.
Enter the Home Office â not so much galloping in as arriving breathless and red-faced with a new press strategy. Last week, they unveiled a ânationwide blitzâ on illegal delivery riders. Hotels raided. Phones seized. E-bikes confiscated. Ministers looking terribly stern outside buildings. Even Chris Philp got involved, filming himself outside a hotel and pointing at the branded bikes like a crime scene investigator whoâs just spotted a kebab.
The delivery firms, in full PR damage-control mode, were summoned to Whitehall like naughty schoolboys whoâd been caught sneaking fags behind the bike sheds. They have now âvoluntarilyâ agreed to do more identity verification. Just Eat, for instance, will be upgrading from monthly checks to daily ones â which is a bit like saying youâll start checking if your car still has wheels more than once a year.
But hereâs the rub: none of it solves the problem.
Because you can bolt on as much biometric surveillance as you like. If you still allow account rental â and they do â all youâve built is a more expensive workaround. But the real and only fix isnât technological. Itâs legislative. The clause must and will go, we now have information that this is already being planned. And now whether by political pressure, press backlash or sheer panic, it will.
When it does, the consequences will arrive faster than a moped on a red light.
Because once account sharing is banned outright â as it now inevitably must and will be â every single asylum seeker currently earning via Uber Eats, Deliveroo, or Just Eat will be unplugged overnight. No backdoor. No workaround. No cash. Just a government-issue tenner a week and a hotel room with a dodgy telly and a free kettle you canât steal.
The real effect? Immediate and devastating. This move will instantly sever the only financial lifeline used by tens of thousands of young men across the UK â men who are already in limbo, barred from working, stranded in hotel rooms with ÂŁ10 a week to live on, no structured activity, no transport, no women, and not a hope in hell of accessing normal adult life.
Most speak little English. Most have no meaningful access to education, training, or integration services. Many â rightly or wrongly â assumed theyâd be able to work informally until their status was sorted. Instead, theyâre now facing an enforced return to absolute zero.
And this is where the real story begins.
Yes, we are really talking about ÂŁ10.00. A week. For an adult man. In London. In 2025. Which, if youâre wondering, gets you either a lukewarm Greggs pasty or a days discounted discounted travel on the TFL network.
But letâs not be naĂŻve. The consequences arenât just financial. Theyâre socially catastrophic.
To be totally honest in reality, these young men donât want community choirs and trauma-informed yoga. Theyâre not sitting in their hotel rooms longing for a well-structured language course or a diversity-positive employability mentor named Claire. They want two things. Money. And women. Not necessarily in that order.
And now theyâre getting neither.
No job. No income. No nights out. No prospects. And absolutely no chance of meeting a girlfriend when your idea of a romantic evening is splitting a pack of own-brand crisps from the corner shop you walked to because the bus fare eats half your weekâs allowance.
This isnât about culture. Itâs not about integration. Itâs about total emasculation. Whatâs being created here â by policy, not accident â is a subclass of bored, broke, unwanted men, with nothing to do, nothing to spend, and no meaningful way of participating in adult society.
They are not going to take up pottery. They are not going to become amateur beekeepers. They are not going to spend six months on a waitlist for a charity-funded cycle repair workshop that teaches them to find their inner sense of purpose. What they will do, when this loophole closes, is simple: whatever it takes.
Some will vanish into even darker corners of the black economy. Some will find gangs who do pay, no paperwork required. Some will rob. Some will lash out. Some will snap. And all of them will know that nobody ever intended to help them â only to shut them down quietly.
This isnât fear mongering. Itâs arithmetic. You take away purpose. You take away income. You take away sex, status, and forward motion. What youâre left with is a pressure cooker the size of Zone 2, and nobody on Whitehall has the faintest idea how to defuse it â because they built it.
Of course, theyâll announce it with fanfare. A new law. A clampdown. A crackdown on app abuse. The platforms will release press releases about ârider trust protocolsâ and âcompliance cultureâ. And for a week or two, the press will pat itself on the back and declare the problem solved.
Then the police logs will start filling up. Then the court lists. Then the prisons.
All because a system that actually worked â if only just â has now become a politically inconvenient reality. And the men who used it to survive, quietly, invisibly, will soon be back in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons.
So yes. The clause will go. The job will vanish. The social fabric will tear. And when it does, everyone will look shocked. And youâll know exactly why. Because you read it here on Video Production News first.
Well, thatâs all for now. But until our next article, please stay tuned, stay informed, but most of all stay safe, and Iâll see you then.