*Listening to The Barlights – Ticking*
“Cheers Darlin’, You give me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away”
Well Damo, I doubt she would now, eh? Not since another Darlin’ has had his say on repairing his cronies’ economic failings.
I don’t smoke, but I don’t want to part with an extra 15 pennies for a pint of cider. No thanks, it’s already too dear, Darlin’.
Hows-about we tax the people who wouldn’t notice? I don’t mean the rich. I mean the stupid. The ones who put the apostrophe in aren’t somewhere around are’nt. Or triples up letters for no reason (e.g. nottt). Or have double buggy’s at the age of 14. Or have just bought Drum’n’Bass Volume 1827 despite it sounding EXACTLY the same as Volume 1. Or people that have spoiler on their G reg, 1.0 litre, maroon/rust-coloured Nova.
Think about it. When Gazzza or Dazzza or whatever young ruffian goes to get his new alloys or go faster stripe or gutter-dressed-as-an-exhaust or mammoth rear wing- sorry spoiler- he’s quite clearly not going to be of an IQ to notice a giant tax on it, is he now?
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