What gets my goat about the cretins that supposedly run the country is not that they party all night while telling us to stick at home staring at the four walls on pain of getting a knock on the door from the Old Bill or that as politicians they're about as useful as a chocolate teapot in a Sahara sandstorm.
No, what sticks in my craw is the way they don't give a toss about flushing all our hard-earned taxes down the khazi while threatening us with blue murder for handing our self-assessment in a day late.
