Can’t Buy Me Love!....
I realised that I had not devoted a decent contribution to fiscal policy. Clearly with the world in such good economical health I felt that such an effort was necessary and sufficient!
It probably Can buy you love according to Robert Redford. And the old saying that it does at least allow you to be miserable in comfort is known by more people than you are aware of!
I have struggled to make ends meet at times. But the old African chap from that ridiculous BBC series would agree with some of my points. When I told him that I was spending some of the
money I would have had to find; because I didn’t have DLA he understood. The
point being that my new award of the DLA allowed me to spend against that portion of my income.
True enough, enough people have attempted to slightly raise an eyebrow at the fact of declaring a career when I draw almost every possible benefit. However, my income works out to less than £22 / week which is the new baseline for therapy earnings.
I would consider myself careful with the stuff. Would you? Not all of you, methinks. Certainly I like the opportunity to use my care with the
stuff in order to allow someone else a few pence that make their day a little more bearable. I think this is a good side of me.
I noticed, however, that I turned my petty cash book into an autobiography. One asks if there is a hidden message here? Certainly the things that have become piggy banks around here range from wine glasses to oil lamps. I think the kettle was interested at one point!
Then there’s these stupid "You Have Won £1,564,328!" Circulars. I tell you all. Ignore them! They are not what they seem. I did some careful research to identify that they Do not pay. They will take your "Judging Fee" and run with it. Anyone stupid enough to believe some of this c##p is asking for it. Much like the telephone rackets going on right now.
Of course I once attempted to open every account with a portion of my
grant at University. This raised a few eyebrows in the alumnus. Was he seriously going to split his grant in order to claim £300 overdraft from all of the four major banks?? Now that’s a smart undergraduate there I can tell you. Needless to say they were pretty specific about banking the grant!
But I have once challenged a few people to find any one singularity of all disciplines on the face of the planet that remains untouched by the stuff. As far as I know the Maths department of the University of Birmingham are still working on it over ten years later. I, myself, have run through the whole shooting match and not found one. I invite you readers to try!
Of course no essay would be complete without a mention of accountants. I personally reckon that these people are the true drifters of society. Accountants are the ultimate fishermen on the Narrowboat holiday. In fact most of them are probably fishing right now in their lunch break on a box standard Wednesday. Perhaps they’ll dig up my
pay check from KCL??
My conclusion is you get what you pay for. Otherwise there would be little point in having the purple job burning in your pocket in the first place, would there? But remember the old saying.... Oh shit! I’ve forgotten it. Must be all those pints of cider! Tim Newey 2002 XX!
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