Blogger’s block?


Man with paper head using typewriter

Having just been dug out of a snow drift in Yorkshire, this blog feels like the first after a long hibernation. I’d been on a creative writing course run by the Arvon Foundation. The course was at Lumb Bank, a few miles outside Heptonstall, in a house that used to belong to Ted Hughes.

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Bright lights, black socks

Income Tax

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum

‘Black socks, they never get dirty.

The longer you wear ’em, the stiffer they get.

Sometimes, I think of the laundry,

But something inside me says ‘Don’t send them yet.’’

(Children’s song)

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Talking turkey

Business Tax, Income Tax

Closeup of turkey

Am I becoming obsessed with poultry? Maybe. Two fowl blogs in three months. Well, this is how it happened.

My theatre buddy Gary is sick of hearing about Taxidermy.

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Out, damned spot

Value Added Tax

Drawing of Dracula and bats

(In memory of Pearl, the wire-haired German pointer who loved a juicy bone)

It being Halloween and this being my thirteenth month of bloggin’, my mind has turned to ghoulish things. There’s has been a spate of recent judgements of the European Court (four in six months no less) on the application of VAT to what may be loosely termed ‘body parts’.

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Welcome to my world

Value Added Tax

Sign outside thanking Alistair Darling for VAT reduction

For many years I have been a member of the VAT Practitioners’ Group. According to the VPG website:

‘The VPG membership is comprised of specialists from the VAT profession, leading law firms, industry, major retailers and commerce…’

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Are HMRC missing a trick?

General Tax

Sign for brothel

Recently my American friend Sam (she of chicken-sitting fame) told me that years ago she had read about the US tax authorities taking over and running a brothel. I was sceptical as usual but she turned out to be right.

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Ain’t nobody here but us chickens

Value Added Tax

Closeup of chicken

A couple of weeks ago I went down to deepest Sussex to spend a day in the country with an American friend of mine, Sam, who was chicken-sitting for a week. And yes, that was a new one on me, too (though not apparently to everyone out there: click here).

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