I
went to the tax office today to get the forms I need to make my
declaration(s). Or, rather, I went yesterday and they told me the
office had been moved a mile or so to the edge of town. Having gone
there today and passed through the airport-style security, I
approached the window where they were selling (yes, selling) the
forms. I was the only customer but, once the woman there had got over
her surprise that I wasn't doing this on the internet, she told me I
needed to get a ticket and pointed to a machine two metres away. So I
got my ticket V82 and then joined the queue at the window. Except
that I didn't as there was still no-one there but me. Having got the
form for my income, I asked the woman if the Wealth Tax had been
re-introduced and, if so, could I have that form to check if it
covered me. Yes, she said, it has. But the form was now being sold by
the regional tax office in some other part of town. As I often
say, I'm sure all this makes sense to someone. I suppose it does keep
two people under-employed, as opposed to just one. But I
preferred it when both forms were available from the same office
right in the centre of town. But, then, I'm only a customer.
Which
group of people do you think represents these percentages:-
- 1% of the general population?
- 4% of company chief executives?
- 25% of prisoners? (And responsible for 60-70% of disturbances.)
The
answer, of course, is psychopaths - infamous for their inability to
empathise with others. Though some of them can fake this, apparently.
Reading a few pages of Paul Preston's mammoth work The Spanish
Inquisition this afternoon I found myself wondering just how high
this percentage was in the military commanders who drove the 1936
uprising. The details of the numberless atrocities defy belief.
So,
Greece can't meet the terms of their bailout package. Can there
really be anyone on the planet who believed they would?
Talking
of credibility . . . Does anyone know what the G20 Group actually
decided on? In detail, I mean. Where the Devil always lurks.
Just
one (third party) comment on the England-Ukraine match of Monday
night - However many good habits Roy Hodgson
tries to instil, England’s inability to control territory and
possession turns every match into a stomach-churning ride. Do not
expect Italy on Sunday to be any different.
Exactly. Very unworthy winners last night. Even ignoring the goal
controversy.
Celebrating
the softest goal ever scored in footballing history, Wayne Rooney
mimicked the application of hairspray to his expensively-acquired
coiffure. It's hard to imagine that 30 years ago footballers would be
using such a thing. Never mind admitting it in public. Possibly not
even 20 years ago. But I knew that times had changed for ever when,
about 15 years ago, I counted thirteen beauty products on the shelves
of the bathroom used by my teenage stepson. And I don't mean I
realised he was gay.
Finally
. . . I was pleased to find in Vigo this afternoon I'm not the only
one to think of buying a (large) plastic owl to keep the pigeons at
bay. Here's a foto of one hanging above customers outside a café in
the city. I've yet to test mine but, weather permitting, will do so
tomorrow. I have, though, tried out my TV-be-Gone - with great
success. I'd previously decided it probably wouldn't be wise to
switch off all the TVs in the bar in which I was watching the Spain
match on Monday night.
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