Yer, thanks Darling

As most regular readers will be aware, I try to make as many of my posts as impersonal as possible. However, I will make exception for this next one.

I’ve had first-hand experience in the past of the dangers of writing blog posts in anger without pausing for thought, but right about now I’d very much like to stick two fingers up at Darling and Brown – ’cause it’s no worse than they’ve done to me and tens, maybe hundreds of thousands, if not millions, like me!

Alcohol (moderation), fags (when necessary – i.e. too often at the moment) and petrol (complete necessity) have all been taxed more heavily by the dour one and his white-haired, black-eyebrowed sidekick.

Tax on alcohol has gone up 2% as of midnight. For me that’s an annual rise of about ?7 – not including other price rises.

Tax on fags has also gone up 2% as of 18:00 yesterday. That translates as roughly 7p extra per pack of 20. For me that’s an annual rise (if I manage to continue smoking at my new cut-back rate) of ?31.

Fuel duty is to rise by 2p per litre in September. Then in April next year, and a further three years, it will rise by 1p above inflation. For me that’s an increase for next year alone of around ?71.

In total, thanks to the morons in charge, I will be almost ?110 worse off over the next year – mostly due to petrol – and I’m already struggling enough.

Yet I’m not alone, and my predicament is trivial compared to those who currently face repossession and that terrifying knock on the door from the bailiffs. I am a mere statistic – and I would be willing to accept that if the government cared more about its sixty million statistics than it did headline-grabbing policies and opinion polls.

This inept government is on its way out. And it knows it. Bob Crow of the Rail Maritime and Transport Union called yesterday’s budget ‘the final political suicide note of the New Labour government’.

Out of online characteristic and style for this particular website, I should like to apologise in advance to anyone who may be offended by my following remarks. But I am consumed by anger and this blog (aside from perhaps my bedroom wall) is my only outlet.

It is only just that I say to Gordon and his darling Darling, on behalf of everyone who suffered before, yet suffer more thanks to yesterday’s budget: ‘f**k you!’.

Now call an election so we can all say it properly!