If you’re happy ‘cos you’re richer, clap your hands. If you’re happy ‘cos you’re richer, clap your hands. If you’re happy ‘cos you’re richer, it’s Macron wot drew the picture, So if you’re happy that you’re richer clap your hands. (Song of The Rich 2017)

What would be the effects of the Government’s tax and budget measures on France’s Seriously Wealthy? Mouth-wateringly good. Continue reading If you’re happy ‘cos you’re richer, clap your hands. If you’re happy ‘cos you’re richer, clap your hands. If you’re happy ‘cos you’re richer, it’s Macron wot drew the picture, So if you’re happy that you’re richer clap your hands. (Song of The Rich 2017)

Health Warning: Expletives Undeleted

GrosMotsGate It’s regrettable. But there really is, O Best Beloved, no alternative. This particular challenge to sense and sensibility cannot be gone over, under or around. Indeed, we’ve got to go through it. Once again, it’s necessary to inflict upon readers of a delicate disposition certain gros mots (definitively not large, big or even heavy words). In the High and Far-Off Times, O Best Beloved (Day 70 … Continue reading Health Warning: Expletives Undeleted

It’s the same the whole world over: It’s the poor what gets the blame. It’s the rich what gets the pleasure; Ain’t it all a bloomin’ shame. (Street ballad. Anon.)

The pleasuring of the rich: flaunt your yachts, private jets and gold ingots. Continue reading It’s the same the whole world over: It’s the poor what gets the blame. It’s the rich what gets the pleasure; Ain’t it all a bloomin’ shame. (Street ballad. Anon.)