There was an expectant air in the main stream media yesterday, waiting for ‘it’ to kick off. Waiting for ‘it’ to fill their column inches for them, for ‘it’ to be the response to the oft stated tv anchorman’s question ‘and tell me Dan, you are in the middle of Threadneedle Street, can you see any signs, I mean are there any signs, I mean what is happening where you are’…….waiting and hoping for the photo that would pay their taxes, raise their families.
There was an expectant air in the back of hundreds of police vans yesterday, waiting for ‘it’ to kick off. Known as the ‘Filth’, munching on chocolate bars, several thousand young men and women who had been bussed in the early hours of the morning from rural districts of the UK, waiting, and hoping that they would find a way through the morass of regulations, to do their job – yes, their job, not their off duty ‘desire’ – in a manner that wouldn’t land them in trouble come Monday morning,Â that wouldn’t put at risk the income that paid their taxes, raised their families.
Across London several thousand tax payers struggled to get to work amidst the congestion of waiting media and ‘Filth’, not to mention the chaos surrounding the 20 men most responsible for screwing up the world economy, and then settled down to produce something that would justify the wages that would pay their taxes, raise their families.
By mid morning, a few intrepid bloggers had managed to get their photographs taken by the bored media in front of a line of ‘Filth’ (queuing for their morning coffee?) but not much else had happened.
Down in ‘crustie land’Â the ‘filthy’ were only just stirring. They didn’t need to get up any earlier; they knew they were the key players in this farce, the tax payers would wait for them; and so they braided their hair, chanted Hare Krishna, smoked a joint or two, necked a few beers, and ambled down to the playing field.
Finally the only people who don’t pay taxes had arrived; and on behalf of those of us who do pay taxes, surrounded by tax paying photographers, held at bay by a tax paying young police woman, they bravely smashed a window in the RBS Bank.
What a show! What a contest! What bravery! What hypocrisy!
I hope you enjoyed it – it cost you several million pounds.