Regulars may recall me cunting HM Revenue & Customs recently, for describing their purpose of screwing tax out of us as providing us with a ‘service’. Gee thanks.
Well today I’m pissed off on a related theme, namely, Value Added Tax (VAT). Our roof needs some repair and maintenance work done, and the likely cost is the thick end of £4k if the first estimate is anything to go by.
Now that’s bad news in its own right, but what makes my blood boil is the fact that on top of this, I’ve got to fork out an additional 20% in tax, ie about another £770. That’s right; £770 to the fucking government simply for the ‘privilege’ of keeping a secure roof over our heads.
‘I’ll tax the street, if you try to sit I’ll tax your seat
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat
If you take a walk I’ll tax your feet
Cos I’m the taxman, and you’re working for no-one but me’
The Beatles, ‘Taxman’
Great tune Ron and very true C.A.
I think we’ll just pop over to France and get on board a rubber dingy back, then the government will provide a roof over our heads for us, plus all the other things we’ll need to live into the bargain. No fucking worries.
I’m just surprised they haven’t brought a salt tax or window tax back yet. How about a tax on shagging or breathing? A couple of nice little earners there, you’d think.
Born free, taxed to death.
Nominated by Ron Knee.
