Blue Waters, Red Tape

Anyone who is a citizen of anywhere must naturally be grateful for the decades of fiscal prudence which have driven so many benefits cheats to starvation and suicide; but it does appear that one or two minor matters have been neglected during the Treasury's everlasting rush to virtue. The empty suit that is the present incumbent has made some noises about cracking down on tax-dodgers, and the results are much as one might expect: of the ten most enterprising tax havens in the world, four are British overseas territories, and Albion herself is thirteenth on the list. Even the ghastly windmill-greasing clog-wogs who are our nearest rivals in the business cannot manage a quarter of the volume. Fortunately, tax-dodging is nowhere near as thrilling as whatever fragrant gases may be emerging on any given day from various orifices in the strutting Caudillo of the New Real Provisional Farage Falange; doubtless because tax-dodging affects only big government and its ability to do a lot of things Her Majesty's rather small Government doesn't much care about.