To All Of The Moaning Bastards Out There

The ones who have been e-mailing me, whining because I haven't been blogging of late.

You know who you are. More pertinently, so do I.

Anyway, here is a post - just for you.


A European Court of Justice (ha!) ruling has determined that the UK Treasury should refund something in the order of £3,500,000 to Marks and Spencer because said Treasury have for some years wrongly defined a teacake as a biscuit. Or it might be the other way round.





Either way, the judgment is that the VAT collected since 1994 on the sale of these difficult to identify biscuits teacakes - revenue which was then forfeited by Marks and Spencer to the UK Treasury - is to be refunded.

Or is it?

A Revenue and Customs spokesperson said:

"This is a very complex judgment on which it would be premature to make any comment until the House of Lords has handed down its judgment,"


Wriggling bastards. My own accounts are disorganized complex but that doesn't stop the VAT Nazis from poking their noses in whenever it suits them.

And the point is?

Well, you might think that this posting is intellectually lite. Or trite. Shite, even. At least though, it has cost you, the British tax-payer nothing.

Question arises to me: how much do we - the tax-paying victims - pay through those taxes to fund the existence of cunts who contribute nothing more to our way of life than deciding that the sale of a Gingerbread Man with chocolate coating will attract VAT unless the chocolate used "amounts to no more than a couple of dots for the eyes"?

Utterly useless, sponging bell-ends with non-jobs.

Anyway, there's your post. Now fuck off and leave me alone. I'm off to have a good scratch now, and may post something with a little more meaning later. Or not.