“You could try as you say put it on VAT, sales tax, but again if you look at the effect of sales tax, it’s very regressive, it hits the poorest the hardest. It does, I absolutely promise you. Any sales tax, anything that goes on purchases that you make in shops tends to… if you look at it, where VAT goes now it doesn’t go on food obviously but it goes very very widely and VAT is a more regressive tax than income tax or council tax.”

David Cameron, Cameron Direct, Exeter, 8 May 2009

Well I managed to wangle myself a new job. A job which I thought would be my dream job, and it is in many ways, it pays well and is very rewarding, but these guys I’m working with make me want to kill myself.

First there’s the supermodel wannabe. She’s hot, but has a brain like a peanut. Constantly dusting herself with makeup, I’m surprised she has the brain power to breathe. She’s completely egocentric and doesn’t think of anyone but herself.

The next is the complete opposite. She may just be the smartest person alive, yet she’s a 0/10. I’m not sure she even bathes half the time. Almost certainly a lesbian.

But the gem of it all is the god damn stoner. And when I say stoner I mean stoner, this guy is high as a kite morning, noon and night. He’s about 20 but dresses like some 60′s beatnik. What’s even worse is he insists on bringing his bloody dog to work.

Every day I have to look at this great dane plodding around, probably half stoned from the second hand smoke. Both of them always hungry, going to Burger King several times a day.

So yeah, I drive these guys around in my van and we solve mysteries and stuff.

(Love this!)