Money For Nothing

You know sometimes when you find a tenner you didn't know you had?  It feels fantastic.  Like intravenous cake or something.  Now imagine losing a tenner, that's not like intravenous cake at all, unless it's some kind of liquorice cake, yuck.

Now imagine losing not one tenner, but several, about 300 in fact.  That could ruin your year.  Now imagine losing another 300 next year... and the year after.  That's a lot of potato-bread.  What sort of intravenous cake could make you feel as bad as losing a tenner a day, year after year?  Cake made from Satan’s own sweaty, turd-matted scrotal sack?  It's lucky such a cake doesn't exist you might be thinking.

Well guess what?  Gordon Brownpants is planning to borrow that much every year for the next few years for every man, woman and child in the UK.  How do you like them apples?  Not much, because Gordo had his Darling base their GDP growth estimates on what economists technically call "bollocks".

"I only need £180 billion to see me through the year, honestly guv, I'll pay you back. I swear..."

Yes indeed.  Gordo fucking raped us.

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